“I am indebted ten thousand-fold for your assistance, Magister”, says Faisal, bowing to Ildrim. “Your support in this matter is most appreciated.”
The elf nods to the dark-skinned warrior. “Of course. Now, you have something connected with Deirdre that I may use to find her? Or perhaps you would prefer an attempt to find the child directly?”
Faisal shakes his head. “The girl was taken by the isha-ghazi, and magical scrying on the night warrior Order is always unproductive and often dangerous. Finding the acolyte would be the best option.”
The wizard takes proffered garment. “Very well, I shall inform you when I have completed my work. Meanwhile, you may wish to take in some of Iadara’s wonders. Few humans have the opportunity.”
An exhausted Ildrim slumps into his chair, his frustration palpable. “I presume this will be of little use as well?”
Faisal nods in return. “Sergeant Armando is clearly being held in the slave markets, likely to be sold off in payment for a crime. We would place ourselves in an extremely difficult position arriving directly in such a location. Better to deal with his predicament more discretely.”
“Visualizing a useable location remains the concern, Faisal. I have been unable to locate Deirdre at all, and both of Armando’s men are dead. We may need to look for the child, despite the risk.”
Faisal balls up his fists in frustration, then lets his shoulder’s sag in resignation.
“No, my friend, there is another option…”
Standing before the mirror, Faisal checks his gear one more time as Ildrim makes his final preparations.
“Truly, there is no need for you to remain in Katheer, Magister”, says the dark-skinned warrior. “Locating Deirdre and the feda-talib may take some time. Would you not rather return here and spend the time amongst your people? Or resume your studies in Firenze? It shall be a trivial matter for me to contact you when we are ready to return.”
Moments later, Faisal and Ildrim appear in the quiet chamber as a dark-skinned young woman turns in alarm, drawing the small blade from her hip. Faisal sketches a shallow bow, opening his hands in a gesture of peace.
“Assalamu aleikom wa rahmatoh Sarenrae wa barakatoh, Waliyah.”
“I see you have recovered from our last meeting, sister. I pray this reunion is less unpleasant for you.”