[@Force and Fury]

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Mamuno smirked crossing his arms loosely over his midsection. As much as he would have liked to sharply state that he would indeed address the young Ayiralite as he pleased he decided to pass on such a petty remark. He instead continued to look upon her form as his mind wandered. “To serve the will of the gods and of Maatrho himself” the girl had said, that was the alleged reason for her to come here. While most would have taken this as an admission of loyalty to the divine realm of Tawr, Mamuno knew better than to simplistically assume the jinnkin female as a devotee to the gods and the Maatrho. 

[i]She saved a man of status, even if minor status, and now looks to use this as a bargaining piece. What she hopes for though…[/i]

The Imit saw that the jinnkin had little on her person. If he had to presume he would think she was an exile or a refugee from some place. Perhaps Esaad or Baneghora, if not a drifter from the far reaches of Dahard seeking better. [i]Assuming she is not a spy or assassin and looks to use this as a way into my palace.[/i] Mamuno thought with a subtle, wry sneer though he doubted this for the most.

“My nature lends itself better to some pursuits than others” - her last words. It did not take Mamuno deep thought to see the suggestions in the jinnkin’s expression, she was it was fair to say wishing to offer her “services” to the man whom now owed her, even if in base courtesy considering his stature versus her own. After all even as one with the blood of a jinn she was still a commoner and the mortal man towering above her an appointed servant of the Maatrho. But Mamuno was a fair man and he rewarded those who did him a favor.
[i]How[/i] he would reward her was to be seen. As one with command over the element of fire the Ayiralite girl could be quite useful, and the Imit had a feeling she was used to killing and battle. Of course he had trained and disciplined soldiers at his command, and he had little use for a directionless cur that could turn on he and his men in a moments’ notice. Her loyalty and motives were to be questioned - but not yet. For now she deserved something of a treatment for her saving the Imit from having to find a new scribe.

With a smile as farce as a painted coin the Imit spread his arms at his sides, “Azar, I thank you for saving the life of a worthy servant in my house. And I note your words of devotion to the divine. I would certainly not forgo rewarding you myself.”

With a sharp clap of his hands and a shout the Imit summoned forth two servant women, their heads bowed as they scurried to their masters’ side. “Take this woman to the finest guest chamber, see she is well fed, bathed, and given all the comforts she requests.” 

As the two bowed and scurried down the steps, sandals tapping on the stonework, Mamuno smiled at Azar, “We will speak more tomorrow. This evening you will enjoy the full luxury of my gratitude and sleep in the finest of beds tonight.”
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[@POOHEAD189]

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Okan the Four-Eyed did not flinch, his expression unseen behind the bizarre mask he wore. “A fair price? A fair price is what leaves the buyer satisfied and the seller thrilled.” Okan chuckled whimsically, giving the bottle a slight shake, “For this I might pay twenty gold coins. For what use is it to me? But [i]you[/i] - I think you would pay more. Because you can use this. Surely a man of your professions needs any edge, such as an elixir that grants heightened stamina.” 

As he spoke Okan pulled the vial back slightly out of arms reach. He had been watching the eyes of the man before him, sizing up the nearby guards and eyeing over his wares. Any other vendor would have become tense upon noticing this, but not Okan. The clothes, the weapons, the observant gaze - this is what he was looking for. Now to “push” a little further.

“Of course, why pay when you can have things… free? The best deal is a free take, not so much for the seller, but ideal for the other man I think. Would you agree?” Okan tittered as he spoke. If he were wrong about the man - which was unlikely - his words would merely be taken as an odd or snide jape and be brushed off. But if the man responded otherwise, such as a low modest agreement, well that would be all Okan needed to break the stone and make an offer.
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