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The nairu only gave the girl a small shrug and slight grunt as he pointed toward the room she had once used for her initial meeting. He traveled in the opposite direction, disappearing into the main section of the bar. Inside, the room was much the same as always, two chairs set on opposite sides of a square table. The rest of the room was fairly dark, the corners softly lit with small saucers of oil burning. It didn’t take long for the door to open again revealing Musif.
Inside the shadows of the barely lit room Musif’s attire helped hide him. Today his robes were a combination of dark blues and grays. He entered silently, walking to the table, and sitting quietly, motioning for Nessani to sit. “Have a seat with your father Zayn, tell me what troubles you, normally you relay your messages through your brother. Though it is always a father’s pleasure to visit with his most promising daughters.”
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