Re: 1 Mirtul DR1368 – 'A Tempting Proposition'
The group travelled back the way they had come across the city as daylight began to fade. The walkways had grown busier since the outward journey with much of Calimport's nobility having emerged from their villas and estates to take in the festival - but apart from having to slow their pace, the party was not interrupted.
Down below, the streets had now taken more of a guise of a carnival rather than the earlier market fiesta. Strange plinths and figures clad in lurid costumes moved slowly through the packed thoroughfares and all kinds of acts and performances lined the sides of the roads - jugglers, fire eaters, puppet shows and belly-dancing the most common. Yet all the while the bellows and shouts of merchants and stall owners could still be heard over the general murmur of the festival. Greed, it seemed, didn't believe in respite.
Continuing on, the party slowly passed back out of the Khanduq ward, following the wider byway between the Axash and Otahl sabbans of the Emerald ward. They had almost reached the Marekh sabban when they came to a line of twelve amlakkar guards, arranged to block the byway. Their chain mail gleamed a deep blue in the last embers of the dying sun and the nose guards of their studded round-helms almost reached their lips. They carried short hook-pikes in one hand and slim red kite shields in the other - on which a symbol of a glowing emerald set in gold revealed them as the Sultan Nasim el Pesarkhal's own guard.
Their apparent commander stepped forward to meet the group, his weathered Calishite face and grim expression evidence of a long service to the Sultan. He spoke up in throaty Alzhedo, his chest puffing out as if to emphasise his words."This byway is closed by the will of Sultan Nasim. You will descend immediately to the street."
He looked over the group for a moment, arching his brow at the sight of Linni and Abbas, then positively scowling at the scantily clad sight of Fareeda. He turned to Jibril, assessing him as the apparent leader of the group. "Magistrati you should know better than to bring your slaves up onto the byway. Especially that Jhasina," he gestured rudely at Fareeda. "Just because the temple is on your side, does not mean you can take liberties."
He sneered, looking back at the now-empty byway stretching off into the gloom. "Regardless, the Sultan will be using this section of the wall shortly and I am afraid you too must descend. I assume your slaves are capable of seeing you safely to the temple?" He gestured at the stone staircase nearby that dropped sharply down to the street and waited for them to make off.
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