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In a way the Grand Bazaar did remind Zahra of the Capital of Verja. Before the tensions between the Aquus and Ceir clans rose to the point they are now, the big plazas used to be a meeting place for most of the merchant caravans that were brave enough to face the scorching days and freezing nights of the Verjan deserts. While the Grand Bazaar was of an undeniably larger scale than the merchant plazas of the Verja capital, the architecture was still similar enough to remind her of more peaceful times in her homeland.

But the architecture and noise of the merchants negotiating and selling their wares was where the similarities with Verja ended. While Verja had it's deserts as a natural barrier, the land of Siliach was protected by the Patronaat. An impressive wall the nation's shores. At first, despite it's intimidating size and impressive construction, Zarha thought of it simply as what it seemed to be. Just a wall. It was only through sheer luck that she was able to notice the barely visible magic field the moment she slowed down to examine the Patronaat. Almost having the tip of her wings singed by the magic barrier was enough of a warning that it would probably not be a good idea to simply wander inside Siliach, considering how overly protected it's borders were. Even though the idea of being physically unable to simply fly over the wall was still very strange for Zahra, she saw herself with no choice but go through the official means to enter the nation of Siliach.

Having been stuck on the port for a few hours and with no idea when or even if her permit would be emitted, Zarha saw herself with no choice but to simply wait. Fortunately, wandering the Grand Bazaar proved to be quite distracting, given the sheer amount of merchants from the most varied parts of Makyos, some of which sported some very familiar symbols and names, Caravans that used to do business in Verja and were driven away by similar reasons as Zarha herself. With that said, after a few hours of waiting without any news, Zarha started to grow weary of waiting. Due to that, the moment she saw a man wearing a clearly military uniform coming towards her, she already felt relieved, waiting for good news. The fact that the officer brought a piece of parchment only served to make her even more certain of her assumption.

Turning towards the officer as he approached her, Zarha waited until he got close, offering him a simple, but respectful nod as greetings as she waited in silence for him to state his business, hoping the parchment on his hands was indeed the permit she so anxiously waited for.

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