Nimavel
Kemite culture was odd. Not only did the Kemites keep to themselves, but they were overly welcoming to strangers all in the same complex interwoven ideology. So it wasn't surprising that the young Kirin Clan daughter smiled serenely at Nimavel and apologized quietly.
"I do not know those names. Perhaps the one you seek will though." Her tone was doubtful.
"But Kimsan is who I can see the essence pointing you towards. He's in the north courtyard. If you take the sunward path around the inner sanctum and gently scold the initiates that are ruining my newly planted roses there with their tonfa play..." The woman said, referring to the long wooden night-sticks the kemites preferred their children to play with.
"then take another left after all the damage, that should lead you straight to him. Feel free to join him. He's communing." She said, glancing at the suns as if to determine the time, then nodded.
"Yes, definitely. He'll be glad for some company afterwards, especially if you have news of the outside or enjoy a good discourse." The receptionist said, clasping her hands together and bowing over them dismissively.
ooc: New Thread.
Weaving Within The Rasha'Shing (Nimavel)