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Anis, ever a child of the temple, feels her ears perk up at the chance to help her companions. Pearl and Pule are rather odd, but they do seem rather worked up about this issue of boats and canoes... Perhaps I can aid them in their request to Inspector Ginsi... " Inspector Ginsi, I apologize for our odd request, but Pearl and Pule have been nothing but steadfast companions to me, so I'm sure the mater of seeing the boats must be important if they would request it. Would you be so kind as to help us?"
She gives a sweet and charming smile to the inspector.
Anis is momentarily flustered to have Lady Darchana's full intensity upon her, but she quickly resolves herself and gets to business. "Lady Darchana, we intercepted an... incident at Mahdi's Chattel. Once things calmed down, Mahdi informed us that Atlag came from an Okeno pirate ship. The captain's name is Waheeda Wardak, and her ship should be docked here by this evening - there is a chance she's already here, in fact." Anis's face reddens and she takes a deep breath - you get the sense that, though she sounded calm, she spit all of the information out at once, forgetting to breath. She continues, "Also, the slaves this Waheeda Wardak brings with her today are Pathfinders!"
Anis nods warmly to Wertlos and stands up, bracing her hands on her knees.
Anis stands in the doorway, clearly pleased that although she was going to do her duty and help, she didn't have to speak to Mahdi any more than she had to. Thank the goddess for Pearl and Pule! I think with this information we can finally leave this place and report back our findings...
Anis sits down next to Wertlos and gives him a sad smile "No, you did well. He deserved much worse than that." she gives a little laugh "for a second there, I thought the bastard would piss himself." Anis takes a moment to compose herself, realizing with some embarrassment that her gruff choice of words were likely jarring coming from a woman of the cloth.
Anis quickly growls "You've served your purpose tonight in giving us the information, Mr. Mahdi, but I don't believe a slaver could ever be in the goddess's graces. I withhold my blessings." before following Wertlos out of the shop to make sure he's alright. Hesitantly, she approaches him "This whole thing has been awful... It's all so wrong. I know how closely this hits home for you, so I wanted to see if you're alright? Perhaps with this new information, we can bring this Waheeda to justice, and free our comrades."
Anis had been lost in thought, glaring daggers through bleary eyes at the slavers. She seems to snap out of it and focus on the task at hand, surveying the building. In a low, weary voice, Anis wonders aloud "The door is ajar and appears to have been broken into... None of this is right. Perhaps we should enter quietly?"
Anis brightens at the recognition of a fellow Qadiran woman, but her face quickly falls upon remembering Atlag's circumstances. In Kelesh:
"Blessings, Atlag. I am Anis. If you could tell us anything you know about the incident with the scrying sensor, I would be deeply grateful. I am sorry for... everything."
Sheepishly, Anis turns to the group and adds softly in common "I do not wish to be rude by speaking to her privately, but I thought it would be comforting to speak in our mother tongue."
A pleasant earthy scent wafts off of Anis "As the others have said, we are here to aid Lady Silviana Diamora - with your help, we can protect her from those who wish ill will upon her. She will certainly be pleased if she knew you played such an important roll in her well being." Although she tries her best for sincerity, a slight sneer crosses her face. Anis prays Milana hasn't noticed.
Anis bobs her head in a slight but respectful bow, hiding her contempt away for someone who deserves it "Hello, I'm Anis..." he's right in that we're obviously Pathfinders, so no point in hiding that now "...As you said, we are here on Pathfinder business. If you would be so kind, we would like to speak with the majordomo."
"I'm sorry to tell you that slavery is legal in Absalom, though not widespread. Our hands are tied on that matter. However, I will mention your concerns to Olysta Zadrian. She organizes and funds slave buybacks." Anis takes a deep breath, taking a moment to reflect on this new information I know there were slavers back home too, but I never saw it first hand in the temple or the surrounding villages... She resolves herself to do more to help on this matter at a later date, after the mission.
Anis stands at the door, looking equal parts annoyed by the prospect of being face to face with Lady Silvana, and curious about the abundant plants and ornate knockers.
A half orc woman enters the room, her eyes glimmering with excitement. She is neither young nor old, with black hair plaited tightly in a thick braid. "I am Anis, of the Temple of Sarenrea. I'm so pleased to meet you all!" Although she speaks with genuine confidence, she fidgets somewhat with her modest garments - an outfit made up of a crisp white button up, blue and gold vest and a matching long pleated skirt, topped with a sheer loose veil - which you figure must be her day-to-day temple wear. I hope they can't tell how excited I am to finally see all the places I've read about. I know I have work to do, and this isn't a pleasure cruise, but... With a resolute expression, Anis continues, "This is my first time leaving the temple back in Qadira - I'm humbled to be of service to you all. " |
