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Interaction: Mayet [@13org] Roman [@ReusableSword] Hanna [@potter]

[color=ffce00]"Now now Sister Mayet. You surely are not actively hunting the armored scorpions, are you?"[/color] Munir called out as he rode closer to the group. Him, with his horse, circled the group which consisted of Mayet, Lord Roman, and an unfamiliar woman that seems to be leading the hunt. Grinning slightly, he reached a hand down and let Nala smell him, trusting the beast to not make his arm a pre-hunt snack.

[color=ffce00]"I would be [i] very [/i] disappointed if you were. They're such majestic creatures, matter of fact, they should be the national symbol of Alidasht, eh, Lord Roman?"[/color] He said, offering the large man a small wink.

[color=ffce00]"So, the hunt. Does anyone know falconry? How are we tracking our prey? Not that the ever-lovely Nala wouldn't be a terrific tracker today..."[/color] Munir said, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead glistened in the sunlight. If one was observant enough, they would spot the modified gauntlets on Munir's left arm. It was beautifully crafted, made of exquisite leather and thin golden threads. [color=ffce00]"I do wonder what sort of game this country offers... A forest, hm. Probably not many big game... Disappointing..."[/color] Munir mumbled slightly, randomly thinking back to the ball and his dance partner. 

Just why was a servant girl a part of the selection anyways...