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While he has been away for what seemed an eternity, Munir scanned the newspaper while fiddling with a honeyed fig. The golden honey syrup dripped slowed down the side of the fruit, and landed on one of the cushions that Munir was resting on. With an annoyed "tsk", Munir tried to smear the sweet liquid off the velvet cushion. When his effort failed, he sighed and stood from where he was resting. Tossing the stem of the fig into bowl, Munir straightened himself up and decided his course of action for the day.

Walking by the sanded cages where his pets are kept, he opened a little latch on the top and dropped in some grasshoppers. [color=ffce00]"Haven't fed you guys in a while, enjoy the hunt and the meal, my beauties..."[/color] He whispered towards the cage. Closing the latch, he opened the door and addressed his servant, [color=ffce00]"Ready my horse and bow, I'm going hunting."[/color] The servant nodded quickly and paced off down the corridor. Munir then made his way towards the gathering location of the hunting part.