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It had been awhile since Sira had stepped foot in Calimport, but no matter how much time had passed she would always remember her home. While for some it should have been comforting, the familiar sights, sounds, and smells of their home, for Sira it just brought back unpleasant memories. She could still see her mother on her deathbed, wearing the face of her familiar human form all the way up until she drew her last breath. She’d watched as the woman's hair, skin, and eyes went completely colorless. She sat there staring at her mother for a long time until she grew hungry and knew she needed to leave. There had been nothing else she could do for her mother at that time and, although she was young, she knew she had to go on. Tears had definitely been shed as she knew she was alone in the world now and she’d likely never meet someone else that would truly understand her, understand what it meant to be a changeling.

Many things had changed since that day, but every event is what led her to grow stronger. Led her to become the woman she was today and that was a woman she felt like she was proud of. Was she proud of her? She’d made lots of mistakes and life wasn’t easy, but now she was the captain of a wonderful and loyal crew. That was worth something, right? These were often questions that plagued her as she wanted to be someone that would have made her mother proud. She wanted to be someone that made herself proud. Perhaps she’d feel better about herself once she accomplished her real goal.

Now Sira stood inside the reception hall of the estate of Jakeem Kalil. Silently she scanned the room, noting every exit, every guard, every person in that room. She wasn’t fond of being in a closed room with people she didn’t know and no easy way to escape, but she swallowed her discomfort as she watched the Dragonborn and the woman introduce themselves to Jakeem. Her gaze lingered on Samira for a bit longer as she felt she knew the woman, but couldn’t quite place her. She seemed to be native to Calimsha as she seemed to know how to properly greet a pasha, not to mention how the woman arrived at the estate. It was driving Sira a little mad that she couldn’t quite figure out where she knew the woman from, but she decided she’d think on it later as there were more important things right now. She turned her attention back to Jakeem as she decided it was now her turn to introduce herself.

She stepped forward with a confident swagger, but then dipped low and dropped her gaze to the floor as well. [color=DF436C]”Peace be upon you, great Pasha. I am Sira Hezrihd, your humble servant ready to serve you however you need.”[/color] She kept bowing deeply as she spoke, but as she finished she briefly glanced sideways at Samira. She was trying to get a better look at the woman’s face, but was also giving her a small smirk as if to say “You’re not the only one who’s willing to use flattery here.”