<div class="floatright">(https://db4sgowjqfwig.cloudfront.net/campaigns/14025/assets/425590/002.JPG?1424032406)</div><strong>Salimah Bahar</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1119801)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Saves:</strong>Fort +4, Reflex +2, Will +5<strong>Init:</strong>+2<br/><hr/><br/>Salimah's head turned to study the woman that stormed by so rudely as she took the final steps toward the acolyte that called out her group's name. Her own amused expression met that of the acolyte as she arrived and offered up her slip of paper. "Another satisfied customer?" Salimah took some solace in the fact that the church still had the power to draw a line in the sand that could provoke such a reaction, even if there was little to back up their proclamations once inside the necropolis.<br/><br/>Salimah's attention then shifts to Sebti, doing her best not to reveal whatever weakness the other woman was searching her for. Then, as Sebti's hand moved across the map, Salimah's eyes followed, her mind identifying the landmarks she had come to know over the years and plotting out the course even as Sebti traced the route on the scroll for her. Despite the way the scroll was wrapped up and presented to her, Salimah bowed as she accepted it, grabbing the offered scroll graciously in both hands. Straightening back up, Salimah nodded in acknowledgement to the high priestess. "Nothing else, your worship. Thank you." There was a moment of hesitation before Salimah turned, her eyes unable to peel away from the high priestess immeadiately. A part of Salimah wanted to heap compliments and praise upon the other woman, to tell her how much she admired her and how much Sebti's speech had touched her. Instead, Salimah gave another nod and turned, making room for the Sand Scorpion's representative that was already approaching as she headed back to her group.<br/><br/>Back with the group, Salimah approached Nestor and practically shoved the scroll into his chest as she passed, stopping only long enough to announce her intentions. "I grow tired of this spectacle. I'll be at the inn if you want to discuss our plans." Having handed off the only thing that tied her to this area, Salimah pressed through the crowded streets on her way to the Tooth and Hookah; the sun may have still been high in the sky but she<em>really</em>needed something to take her mind off things right now.