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[center][h2][color=92278f]Harun Fakim Al-Kashir[/color][/h2]
[color=92278f][b]DATE:[/b][/color] Year 7,432 of the 3rd Era. 3rd Month, 15th Day
[color=92278f][b]LOCATION:[/b][/color] Heart of Bervenia
[color=92278f][b]INTERACTING WITH:[/b][/color] Ante[@Pyromania99], Nimue[@Crusader Lord], Lady Royce[@Lyla], Al'nehak[@LiverisGood], Auges[@Rune_Alchemist]
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Much happened in the next minute. An… oddly beautiful woman appeared, pale and with strange bands on her arms. Harun couldn’t help it, his eyes lingered on her form for just a touch too long… but there were others. 

Two children, one of whom he recognized. His face was kept mostly still, but the thief couldn’t help but let his countenance budge just a touch when she bounded into the room. Of course she was a noble hero from times of old. She was, the other child was, Harun was, the Feyblood and the ice queen were, hell, next thing he knew there would probably be some shirtless man bearing a spear and shield saying that he was the chosen of Vis.

He shifted again, becoming the large man with a beard and dark skin, bearing a staff covered in sand and blue cloth. He needed something to lean against, and this was as good a form as any. From his hip, the Sandwalker felt a sense of nervous energy, maybe even excitement. It had been a good time since Xil had gotten any exercise, from what he understood, and things were beginning to head that way.

The smile faded from Harun’s face as he watched the proceedings, particularly the two small ones’ squabble. There was bad blood there, and bad blood in an army led to trouble. They didn’t need trouble. On a more personal note, this rankled the former monarch. In many old tales, twins were the same soul. Anything that caused them to kill one another was a problem. One they could potentially use, but... well, time would tell. As for this Ante... He didn’t have anyone mortal who belonged to him in this world, but the girl had exchanged gifts, if she knew it or not. He would have to see about her.

Feeling a strange sensation from the knife at his belt, Harun stepped aside as conversation proceeded, settling into the corner as he had a hurried discussion with his blade. [color=gold]“Harun, you are no councillor. Let me speak with her.”[/color]

[color=92278f]“Oh, now you choose to speak with me. And here I was beginning to miss the dulcet tones of your voice, dear friend.”[/color]

[color=gold]“Hush! This girl is obviously going through serious emotional turmoil, she needs the council of someone who knows what they’re talking about, and you do nothing but cause problems when it comes to young women. Let me handle this.”[/color]

[color=92278f]“Come now, I traveled with her for a week and she loved me!”[/color]

[color=gold]“You were a [i]bird!”[/i][/color]

[color=92278f]“And now I’m a charming prince from the southlands, and she needs a pick-me-up. It’s been a time since I’ve played the genie, and you know you want to as much as I do.”
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The blade was silent for a time, frustration and a sense of begrudged acceptance leaking through the connection. [color=gold]“...fine. But if you make things worse for that girl, so help me, I’ll keep you awake for months.”[/color]
	
[color=92278f]“It will be fine, you old worrywart. Besides, if there's infighting in the group, I feel like you won't need to expend the effort.”[/color]

Harun cleared his throat and stepped forward, trying to reign things in a bit. Glancing about the room, he thought it was about time for a change of scenery. Looking at the Lady Royce, he still felt the corner of his mouth lift just a touch. [color=92278f]“I like the sound of an airship. I’m assuming, from general chutzpah and the feeling of import here, that the plan so far is for us to fly into the heart of the continent, find what causes the dark moon, and stop it? Because with all due respect, if it were that easy, it would’ve been done by now. I’m going to assume something awful is awaiting us, even if you’re vision cannot see. No offense.”[/color]

Turning to the crowd in the room, Harun noticed that he was, at this point, the only man in the group. That was… interesting. Again he felt his eyes flick towards the pale woman and Nimue before he felt a rising sense of disapproval from his side, with a voice as quiet and sharp as a razor in the desert. [color=gold]"Harun..."[/color] 

Shaking off unsuitable thoughts, the former lord of Cordial switched between the forms of those in front of him as he introduced himself, mirroring those he viewed and trying out their voices and the shapes of their bodies. [color=92278f]“Ladies Al’nehak, Auges, Ante, a pleasure, I’m sure. I will skip titles, as I'm sure we all bear many. You may call me Harun, if you so please, and Lady Al'nehak I assure you I am quite well.”[/color] As he spoke, he gradually shifted back to his true form, though around fifteen for the sake of matching pace with the crowd. He had been a skinny child, but an athletic one, and this form was still useful for fitting into small spaces. [color=92278f]“It would be delightful to ask about all of our abilities and histories, but for now I’m afraid we haven’t the time. When we board our ship, I’m sure we’ll have plenty. Lady Royce, I would like to have a discussion with you regarding materials for a few rituals your people could do to speak with the local spirits, maybe arrange a few deals. For now,”[/color] the foreigner turned towards the exit, unable to stop a small smile from breaking across his face. [color=92278f]“We’ve a boat docked somewhere, raring to go and waiting for my inspection. Felspeaker, I'm sure you're ready to see my back, but I would like if you could look over the shape of the ship when you get a chance, along with everyone else here with sufficient magical talent. I'm going to assume that includes you, Lady Auges, from how you're going on about our local Fey-touched's magical legs. For now, I'm far too eager to remain here, and we can discuss further as we load and set sail." [/color]

[color=92278f]“That being said, I would like to take someone with me, in case of foul play from our opponents. No such thing as being too careful.”[/color] He pulled a red feather from his hair as he walked, twisting it idly in one hand as he walked past the twin with a matching ribbon. It was the feather of a glass shrike, red and vibrant. He strove keep all sympathy out of his voice. If she was here, she was a warrior, and pity was a hateful thing. Still, he couldn’t help but feel his tone grow the slightest increment gentler as he offered her the feather, pointedly setting his gaze on the horizon as he came up beside her. [color=92278f]“Lady Ante, we’ve traveled together before, and I've seen your work. Come with me?”[/color]