Samad looked over the letter from his sire as well as the one from a Vencel Rinkard.  He ponders to himself, "I know no Rinkard, and my sire did not tell me anything of him in the time i have known him. If my sire knows him then he is probably an interesting sort."  Smiling to himself he sends for his retainers and tells them to prepare the caravan to journey to pest. "We will set up shop there for a time."  In preperation for his journey from the sands of his homelands to the city of Pest, Samad loads up on many different trade goods from incense to a wide array of silks and other fabrics.