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. . . For the glory of our ancestors, for the greatness of Osirion, and mostly for our love of you, I beg that you allow us to be part of this grand exploration!"

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The Exemplar silently waves her hand, gesturing towards the opening. She grants the exuberant guard and his two companions their desperate wish: they may have the honor of risking their lives for their country.

She may even make a point of getting the soldiers' names later. . .

Gandel bows respectfully toward the Exemplar, being careful to keep his eyes averted from her face. Trying to keep his excitement in check, the young and wiry Osirion slave carrying a spear and shield straightens and heads toward the pyramid's opening, hoping that his companions are following his lead.

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"Fools! They shall pay for this with the anger of a thousand suns!"

“At last,” said the Exemplar. “At last.”

The Exemplar watches the huge dwarf crush the defenseless half-elf into a pretzel - right in front of her throne - her throne!

She hears the dwarf in the back try to shout an explanation that the half-elf is actually the sick daughter of the Potentate, the poor man.

She sees some of the strange delegation ignoring her guards' demands that they surrender - others are cooperating.

She watches as her soldiers wreck her Golden Tent, possibly beyond repair.

She has had enough.

"Ugh! That is it!"

"Sand Sage! Soan! I want them all in the stockade. Her too! Then figure out what the hell just happened here and find me - you know where."

At that she moves behind the throne. For a split-second you see a ripple in the tent canvass in the north wall. Perhaps there is a hidden back door there, or perhaps she just lifted the bottom of the tent wall and unceremoniously rolled under it. Either way, you are pretty sure she has just exited the scene.

OOC: Pretty sweet initiative roll for the Exemplar.

IC:

The Exemplar hears part of Thalia’s declaration but it is sharply followed by a flying dwarf who dive tackles the half-elvin scout to the ground.

“What!? What is the meaning of this?!” Khymrasa demands.

“Guards! Arrest them all!” to which she adds, pointing to the tangle that is Karek and Thalia “Her too!”

OOC: She then uses a move action, positioning herself behind one of the two bodyguards.

"Blessed Examplar, unfortunately I cannot answer that question directly. Time is a concept of little meaning to those from the elemental planes and when they speak of events to us mere mortals we are often left to wonder. It is because of this uncertainty that I come to beseech you for permission to study and research this great work you have undertaken for signs and portents of elemental or gen activity. I believe, based on the abnormal ferocity of the elemental Khamsin storm witnessed last year near the Underdunes, that this dig site is in peril of attracting even more disastrous attention from the clans of air, sand, water, and fire. They seem to be very sensitive to that which may be hidden under the desert, or to those who might be looking."
With that last proclamation, Moonpate glances with a blank face towards the Asmodean monk, returns his gaze to the Examplar and bows deeply again.

"I am most thankful for your offer. It sounds as though I am quite fortunate that you have come along."

"Although I cannot go into detail here, you must understand that this dig is of particular importance to the future of Osirion. We cannot afford to shut down on speculation."

"At the same time, I do not wish to place our laborers at risk. They already exposed to the deadly sun for many hours at a time and working conditions which are far harsher than any of us would wish them to be."

"Any information you can divine as to how much time we have will be of significant value to me, my men, and ultimately the people of Osirion."

Khymrasa turns to the crowd:

"I must grant his request. Anyo, arrange for billeting and a means for Master Moonpate to send me frequent reports. The details of the genie-sage's retainer will be discussed at a later time."

She turns to the man with the turban:

"Sand Sage, see if you can determine how great a danger is anticipated and what you can do to stop it. I need not tell you we will not be stopped now after coming this far."

The Exemplar turns to the Scribe:

“If it is to be a race against the elements, I intend to win it. Have Slave Master Senior meet me within the hour so we can re-discuss the time table."

<---- until I find a better likeness

Khymrasa is visibly disturbed by Moonpate’s warning.

She pauses to absorb it and then exhales. She risks a quick glance over at the man in the turban.

The Exemplar then leans forward in her seat:

“This news does not leave this tent until I say it does.” She looks around the room at the crowd, making sure everyone understands this is not a suggestion.

“How much time do we have?”