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"Morning Anakinyi, I trust the morning shades you with Shorafa's protection?" The woman looks up at the sky, bemused. "The only shade I see is the Cyphermages' ink blot," she replies with the slight accent which betrays that Taldane was not her first language, "and I have no parasol, though I could retrieve one if it is desired."
Phillip chuckles before playing upon words "Shorafa's protection or the Savored Sting's?" then shaking his head slightly "There is no need to trouble Shorafa. In truth a place more appropriate for worship than a public bath or whore's bed should suffice for purpose, though if an acolyte were available to proffer advice and instruction that would also be welcome... I am Phillip." letting the pause hang so that it might be filled with the Mwangi's own moniker. "Anakinyi," she responds, "but most here call me Annie, as it is shorter and easier for their tongues to pronounce." She considers his request a short moment. "You might be permitted to use the rooftop garden. For acolytes, one is away, and one is ... indisposed. That leaves Esmeralda. You may ask for her upstairs; show her your holy symbol and make your request." |
