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The candlemarks burned by, but after three there came a sharp knock on the door followed by the sound of the locking mechanisms slipping out of their home allowing the latch to turn free and permit entrance into the room. The door slid slowly open allowing Nessani more then enough time to cover herself or protest had she needed a moment more. “So you have decided to leave us so soon Zayn… No need to explain though, Musif has already spoke with me.”
Shutting the door behind him, Khalid pulled the hood of his cloak back from his head. His eyes glistened like the sea as he watched her every movement in silence. Turning away from her he walked to her wardrobe and slid his key in letting the locks free and opening it to reveal its contents. Slowly he walked away from the small closet returning to his normal place of leaning against the desk. “Take a few sets, you may need them in your travels and they will keep you cool as you leave the desert.”
“Here.” As she was retrieving the clothing his hand retch below the fabric and pulled out a small leather bound hip pack, laced on a thin belt with a small brass buckle. Inside she found a black leather booklet that held a perfectly crafted visa with the name Zayn Kadri and a description of Nessani down to the tatoo’s that covered her body. Also there were banknotes for one hundred and fifty crowns, and a small bag of tobacco. “Money to keep you fed, papers to get you back into the city, and a bit of Musif’s smoke to keep the truth flowing from peoples mouths.” Having worked in the tavern Nessani would be all too familiar with the clouding effects the tobacco had on the minds of those unaccustomed to it. “Musif directed me to inform you that he would be in his office through the bar when you bring your… business associate bace.”
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