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“Lady Heurassein,” a young, finely dressed Sarifen aristocrat addressed as he ushered several of his hobbling companions through the filth and towards the ravishing, powder company's negotiator and her esteemed stewart, “It seems your tenaciousness is much greater than you are given credit for! Of course, I'm unsure of how Sarife will far in the coming years, in fact I believe these are truly times, in which I question the validity of Sarifen reputation for dignity. I did not want to think that our brethren would kill each other, much less regard their own as meat, but [i][b]this[/b][/i]?! No, I believe we've seen enough! When brother Sarifens butcher each other for reasons of this kind, it seems that the only means of business, much less [i]survival[/i] lay within vast purchases of shot and powder.”

“Come now, Radin,” winced another aristocrat sporting gash wounds, “Did you [i]really[/i] think that the Bozorgan of Baktria or the Houses of Surena, Seleucidae, Sasan, Arsaces, and Achaemenid [i]wouldn't[/i] exact what is necessary to remove their enemies? We are not in Orad or the Emperor's good graces! [i]Tookhmeh sag![/i] We are in a dying, piss riddle necropolis where vultures prey on each other for scraps of food and coin.”

“Careful what you say, nobleman,” a small, albeit venemous looking young Valanian girl as she brandished a sharpened stiletto. Her motions were halted as the Comtesse Mirabelle issued an authoritative hand gesture and a frown that sent the girl back into a corner amongst a small group of Valanians. 

“For your sake, Sarifen,” the Comtesse coldly addressed as she turned towards Radin, “I hope your journey is as comforting as your stay in Voltas. I hear the open roads and Valania's thick forests are filled with the prowling wolves that resemble your own kind. Banditry and unpaid conscripts are a beast onto their own.”

“Ha! See here! Not all of us are as vile you may think, Valanian. And of course, if you look around you, Voltas is hardly a place to raise a family or seek a way of living, no matter your standings,” the gashed aristocratic spitefully retorted, “Come now, Rashid. We should follow our brother Nezamnissaries and fellow Azad, Lord Isfendiyar or we will surely meet Yadin-Hamon before today's.”

“Yes, you're right Navid and sadly, this is is not our home,” the curly haired Rashid answered as he turned towards Lady Heurassein, “These are not the deserts and steppes that encompass our beautiful Sarife or its peoples. This why I tell you, Lady Heurassein. I will tell you as the sole head of House of Ur-Nammu that I believe that the Heurassein Power Company's munitions and arms are what are needed in this day and age to ensure that our branches remain in business! When there is time; whatever you can sell … [i]we will purchase what we can.[/i] We are following Lord Isfendiyar and the Nezamnissaries. They will know what to do and where to find safety.”

“Lady Heurassein,” Edgar announced, “The House of Ur-Nammu holds prominence amongst Sarife as a respectable owners of legal branches in every major populous city. They are renowned as upholders of the law.”

Murmurs spilled amongst the remaining Nezamnissaries as they assembled around their commander, Untirr. The tassel bearing warriors had seen little reason to linger and under the direction of the other subordinate officers, the remaining Nezams gathered near the sewer entrance leading towards the Merchant's Quarter. Their silhouettes cascaded amongst the moonlight that streamed down from the grill above their heads. Many had already gathered their wits reloaded the last of their munitions, stood in formation.

“Lord Isfendiyar,” the Orta commander, Untirr addressed, “I will see what we can do for you once we've made our way to a safe location, but for now, this is not a place we should linger. A lot of my brothers are dead and still others wounded. We will be doing what is necessary to contact the Emperor and if need be, fight our way back to Sarife. I assume you know of a location where we can go and ...”

Untirr paused as one of his subordinate corbacis suddenly whispered into his ear regarding survival without munitions or shot. Nodding swiftly, the commander straightened himself and briefly excused himself from the stoic Bahram's company to bring himself towards the powder company's lady liason. 

“Lady Heurassein,” the Nezamni commander firmly addressed, “I am a Boluk-Bushi of the Nezamnissary Corps. I hear your company sells munitions and if you've branch that stores powder and shot within this city. With your permission, we will see to it that you are escorted out of harms way in exchange for powder, shot, and arms. Provided you can offer munitions to my men, you have my word that I will deliver a request for notable favor to hear of your services reach the Emperor's ear ...”