[center][color=tan] [b][h1]Emirate of Alijabel Almuqaddas[/h1]
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[center][i]Ishtar, Summer 1911[/i][/center]

Ishtar is an semi-autonomous city state within the Emirate of Alijabel Almuqaddas; in the grand scheme of things the walled port city is an oddity to be certain as where the Emirate as a whole is rather  regressive the city of Ishtar is quite progressive not only in the way that it caters to human vices, but also because the city is the home to a plethora of foreigners who found themselves stuck there for some reason or another. Some just can't afford passage home, while others are criminals fleeing prosecution. It has been said that  the stench of desperation pours from every crevasse.

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Saqr Noor casually sipped his glass of water as he attempted to eavesdrop on some of the bar's foreign patrons; despite residing in such secular city Saqr was born  outside its gilded walls and therefore still saw alcohol as haram; though in all honesty liquor made his job as a informant easier as it had a way of loosening even the tightest lips. He worked for the richest man in the Emirate of Alijabel Almuqaddas, the self-proclaimed Shah of Ishtar, the one and the only Shawqi Salim. Truth be told everyone in Ishtar worked for Shawqi Salim in some capacity, but the self-titled Shah was nothing more than an obese gangster who was only able to keep this racket going by publicly swearing fidelity to the Emira the moment she assumed the throne and being her lapdog ever since. Despite the promises of a maintaining a secular safe-haven  that the Shah liked to loudly proclaim, he has had Almutasalliqin political refugees arrested and indefinitely jailed to appease the Emira. 

Saqr adjusted his glasses releasing that he was lost in thought, he verbally chastised himself as he quickly noticed that his potential marks had already left the establishment. Excluding the staff of the bar and himself only it seemed only three other people remained out this late. One was a regular, an obscenely muscular Zellonian who would be doing one of two things either staring straight ahead dead drunk or vigorously banging his mug on the table laughing at nothing. Odd to say the least, but nonetheless even though Saqr was fluent in six different languages nothing would be gained from attempting to communicate with this dullard as the brute seemed lost in his own little world. 

The other patrons were two young pale-skinned people of undetermined nationality, one male and one female though it was hard to tell them apart as they both had long hair. They had this eerie vibe about them and that put the informant on edge; well that and the fact they seemed to have also been people watching this evening, Saqr felt their blue eyes bore into him a few too many times for his liking. He thought they might have even exchanged a greeting. The funny thing was that the pair were oddly familiar like they were important somehow, the gawky informant thought the might have been in the pape...Saqr almost dropped his glass of water. The pair were not famous, they were internationally infamous. They kidnapped that rich kid in Acheona, killed him before negotiating a ransom and were on the run ever since; fugitives from justice. Saqr shuttered repressing the urge to vomit, he was a coward at heart and he knew that he didn't want to be the next one on their hit list. This realization was definitely his queue to leave, throwing some coins on the table the craven man hastily made his way to the door when he noticed that the duo of degenerates had already left. He swiped some sweat from his brow as he began the walk back to his home relieved that the threat of danger was lifted. 

Saqr soon found himself walking the deserted streets alone, but before he could pick up the pace he noticed the foreign women from the bar blocking his path with her arms crossed and then he felt something metallic pressed against his back.

"Going somewhere in a hurry chap", a voice leered from behind him. 

Saqr was frozen in sheer terror, his life flashing before his eyes.

"Ugh, now look what you've done you made this poor man soil himself in fright. You've could have killed him", the female delinquent said with a tone of disgust apparent in her voice.  She uncrossed her arms and ran her hands through her hair in exasperation. 

"But, Sis..." the voice behind Saqr began to retort before being cut off.

"The plan was just to politely confront this gentleman here all proper like and get some information out of him since he knows our language and all, but apparently you have learned nothing this past year.  This is Thuria all over again." 

The young man angrily stomped his foot on the ground. "Don't start with that Thuria nonsense again Sis. Go ahead and mention Thuria  one more time and I swear you'll live to regret it you fuc..." 

"Ummm...how exactly can one such as I be of service to you exalted foreigners. I beg you, spare me! I throw myself at you feet and beg you please spare my life!" Saqr said breaking up the spat before kowtowing profusely.