“Thank you, Feda-ghazi”, states the matronly woman in her condescending tone. “We shall investigate your claims regarding the circumstances of the Dawnsister’s death. If the Dawnmother has any further questions, I am certain she shall request your presence.”
The tall warrior clenches his jaw in frustration. "Thank you, Dawnsister Rabiya, but I have further questions for…"
“As I have already told you, brother”, interrupts Rabiya, “Dawnsister Waliyah’s purpose in the northern lands is a sacred matter that be discussed outside the sisterhood. If your accusations against her are upheld by our investigations, the Dawnmother may decide to enlighten you.”
The older woman turns away and asks “How goes the building of the Holy City of Abu-Al-Bazit? Has construction even been started? Or do you put your desires ahead of the commands of Sarenrae, like you claim your sister has?”
She then shuffles into the private chambers beyond the audience hall. Faisal’s fingernails dig into his calloused palms as he stifles his frustration. After a few moments alone, the tall warrior reigns in his emotions and stalks from the temple, several acolytes hastening to get clear of his path.