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High Priest Gahlem Hahkim cleared his throat in preparation for the early morning prayers. He opened his Qureem, the holy book of Ismum and turned the pages to the pages were the prayers of the Ismum faith were written. The old man, who was into his mid-80's, traced his fingers and eyes across the scripture and read the prayer into a copper mouthpiece. The high priest was boarded on a helium airship with gold decorations throughout its hull. The sails were made out of interweaving cotton and the helium bags were made too of cotton coated with the sap of the Bahtar plant to keep them safe from fire. The flag of Fahtamis flew on either side and the bust of a head of a lion made out of gold was on the tip of knell. Its hull was painted white and it casted a great shadow on the city below. The top deck where also fitted with two copper speakers. Through this speakers, the voice of Hahkim were heard all throughout the city. As he recited the prayers with a bit of melody, which almost sounded like he was singing, the people below were all in Mosquirs, praying as well. The few remaining people on the streets were city guards who were excused from their prayers by the clergy and foreign merchants who did not follow the faith of Ismum. The high priest finished his prayers with the short ending prayer and the national motto of Fahtamis, 'Kharum(God) give us guidance and strength'. As the Hahkim finished his prayers, he was approached by a crewman informing him that he was being called by the Sultaness herself. He nodded and thanked the crewman. He then prepared his belongings as he prepared to depart the ship. It took a good hour or so before the ship landed on the royal courtyard of the royal palace. 

As Hahkim walked through the long winding hallways of the palace, he noticed a crowd gathering in front of the main palace itself. He saw another of the High Priest, Yapeq Am-Bahlatta, walking from the direction of the commotion. 

"What's happening out there Yapeq?" Hahkim asked. 

"A spy, sentenced to be hanged today." Am-Bahlatta answered.

"Solaran?" Hahkim followed with another question. 

Am-Bahlatta simply nodded. The hatred between Fahtamis and Solaris was becaming dangerous according to Hahkims observations. A small misunderstanding now could cause a war between the two nations and Fahtamis has no allies to rely on if a war does break out. They made their way to the doors of the throne room and waited there until called forth. While waiting, Am-Bahlatta and Hahkim were met by the three other members of the Council of the High Priest of Ismum. High Priest Jorem Am-Kahleem, Rameq Fahkaq and Malis Damarah greeted the two other high priest. They were followed by the advisers of the Sultanesses. The doors were opened and they made their way to the Sultanesses throne. At the large marble throne sat Sultaness Sofia Kalrahya and his husband and price, Pahtir Kalrahya sat by her side. The klopeq that surrounded her also masked a great majority of her head, all that could be seen was her face. The young sultaness, who was only 18, and her husband younger by 2 years, had a look of utter anger in their faces. Hahkim knew why she was very displeased but let her advisers speak out first before he asked any questions. 

The five advisers kept their heads low, fearful of the Sultaness's wrath. The Sultaness spoke with an angry tone. 

"Where is Taleer?! I thought his capture was imminent!" 

One of the advisers, a noble man Qahbid Hasanah, answered first. "He had hired mercenaries to ambush the party we sent to capture him. We did not expect this, we thought that his funds had ran low and he wouldn't be able to pay men for his protection."

"Useless! All of you are useless! Where is he now?!" The sultaness shouted. 

"We have no idea you highness. He escaped the watchful eyes of my spies, but he must be heading for the frontier lands. This may be the only place he could find sanctuary." 

"You have all failed me! I want the man captured at all cost!" The sultaness again answered by shouting. Prince Pahtir held out his arm and placed them on the shoulder of the infuriated sultaness. This did little to calm her down. 

"Then might I suggest something my liege." Allad Sahkam, a commoner adviser of the queen spoke. "We should put a bounty on the man's head. This would be easier than sending our own men to catch him." 

"Very well." The Sultaness said. "Have my scribes ready a letter to be sent across the land." 
[hider=Letter from the Sultaness of Fahtamis, Sofia Kalrahya, to all bounty hunters of the land]
To all who wish to earn a profit, 

The half brother of the current Sultaness of Fahtamis, Taleer Gomsir Ser-Tahbad, has murdered the previous Sultan and father of the current Sultaness, Ethas Ser-Tahbad, in cold blood and is thus sentenced by the Fahtamisian holy court to death. The prince however escaped the long grasp of the law and has went missing. Any man or woman who could bring the prince to justice alive would be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins. If the prince is brought dead, a reward of 5,000 gold coins would be paid. 

That is all and may Kharum(God) help you and the capture of this fiend. 
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