“Assalamu aleikom wa rahmatoh Sarenrae wa barakatoh, feda-gahzi”, intones the guardsman, gazing up at Faisal sitting astride his horse.
“Wa assalamu aleikom wa rahmatoh Sarenrae wa barakatoh”, replies Faisal, bowing in response to the traditional greeting.
Civilization once again. Proper manners, proper modesty, and proper food. It has been far too long since I had a good cup of karkadeh.
Passing through the massive northern gates of Katheer, the holy warrior is assaulted by the familiar press of humanity, the deafening babble of haggling merchants, and the smells of humans, livestock and the exotic foods and spices of the Northern Bazaar. A few silver coins quickly secures a guide to clear the throngs and allow smoother passage.
“Clear the way, unwashed fools! Make way for the Illustrious Warrior of The Sarenrae! Bow before Her power incarnate, unworthy ones. Make way!”
Turning onto The Golden Way, Faisal gets his first clear view of The Dawnspire glowing in the late-morning light. It is the first time in nearly two years that the holy warrior has approached the most sacred structure of his faith. Tears of emotion well up as he continues following the guide through the crowds, aiming not for the central Spire, but the extensive surrounding complex, home of the Order’s highest official, Dawnmother Aludrah.
Faisal glances down at the heavy bundle slung across the pommel of his saddle.
They shall know your disgrace, sister. And I shall finally have some answers.