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Faysal waits patiently, eager to see if Gregory finds anything. Though he is careful to stay on the sidelines and not interfere with the work the Keleshite can't help but peer in to look around himself.

"Canine tracks?" He begins quietly. "You are Dashki no doubt? Are these, pugwampis," Faysal's pronunciation of the word is slow and deliberate. "Intelligent enough to start a fire? If not are there any creatures native to these regions that might raise them?"

"Thank you again Princess, I promise not to cease this investigation until the culprit is found."

After finishing his business with Lady Almah the Keleshite politely excuses himself then moves to join Chance, Dashki, and Gregory. He waits stoically for an opportune moment to enter the conversation.

"Thank you Princess, I am sorry to have bothered you again so soon." Faysal begins, bowing in a flourish to Almah. He looks around the camp again in order to find the other companions who travelled this far from Katapesh.

"Ah, there is one last thing Lady Almah. Who is Dashki, could you point him out for me?"

Faysal listens carefully as Almah explains, his face awash in confusion.

"That does seem strange, did he mention anything else at all?"

The Keleshite hesitates to continue to think things over. The information wasn't exactly what they were looking for but there's an unmistakable sense of excitement in Faysal's features.

"'Legacy of Fire'," He begins quietly more to himself. "It strikes me as something dreadfully heroic."

Jakari’s cheeks colour slightly at Faysal’s words, “um, I’ve never been very, ah, good with words… I tend to get a little, um, nervous when I talk to someone I don’t know.”

He looks over towards Faysal for a moment before continuing, “I doubt that makes much sense to you, Faysal. You, ah, make it seem so… easy.”

"Do not worry, this is just another goal for you to triumph over." Faysal begins easily with a long grin. "Everyone has their flaws to work through, I have already dealt with my own! It is time for you to tackle this one, Jakari and I shall aid you!"

Faysal gives the other man a long, friendly smile placing his hand on Jakari's shoulder. After a brief moment Faysal nods and turns his attention back to the investigation, awaiting the arrival of Lady Almah.

“Ah, alright,” he says nervously, as it becomes apparent the other two are content to let him lead the way.

He walks towards Almah’s wagon, glancing back occasionally to ensure the others are still with him. “Ah, excuse me,” he half mumbles to one of the Pactmaster guards as he approaches, “we would like to speak to the, um, princess.”

Faysal watches Jakari carefully, noting the hesitation the other man has begun to show. Shifting his feet and moving closer Faysal quietly says to Jakari.

"Is there something wrong? You seem a bit nervous. There is no need for that! Lady Almah will undoubtedly answer all our inquiries. She wants to see this end properly for her friend Eloais. Do not be meek, that is improper behaviour in front of a woman."

Jakari returns Hadrah’s nod as she closes the wagon’s flaps. Frowning to himself, he turns to face Gerr and Faysal before speaking quietly, “perhaps we should speak with Lady Almah about the, um, prediction that apparently unsettled Eloais… it might be that somebody was unhappy about it, or unhappy about what it, ah, revealed, and decided to punish the messenger.”

"Yes, that seems a prudent course of action. Too bad I didn't know about this earlier, it seems a shame to disturb Lady Almah so soon after discussing with her."

Faysal motions to allow the others to lead while quickly taking a drink of water.

"Setting up an appropriate defense might be important though perhaps we could leave that to the guard?" Faysal eyes the agents of the Pactmasters for a short while before continuing. "I have little personal experience defending in an environment like this, the city or perhaps a road would cater more to my experiences."

Faysal continues to watch the Pactmaster guards assigned to the caravan, hoping to glean some information from their behaviour. As something of an afterthought he glances to Hadrod, adding.

"We could search for your prized animal but only after we have solved the problem involving Eloais. We owe it to Lady Almah after all."

Garavel scoffs. "Well first off, he's an expert on those horrible fiends. I don't know how he has so much information about the gnolls, but I don't want to find out." His expression sours. "And he has somewhat of a liking for Lady Almah. I would never allow some pitiful creature like Dashki to get close to her."

"While some people may seem reprehensible we must allow Lady Almah to make her own decisions, though I should hope she might choose a more suitable companion." Faysal grins slightly and wipes some of the dust from his clothing. "On a more serious note, I shall continue my efforts to find the source of this fire. Perhaps our companions have more information?"

Faysal glances at Chance and Jakari, nodding to both. He thanks Garavel and with a few measured steps joins them.

"Have the two of you turned up any clues? I have some leads though without more evidence one can not be certain."

The Kelishite pauses in thought, still seeming as though he has more to add but always refraining at the last second.

Garavel says nothing, seemingly deep in thought. With a quick step forward, he mutters quickly into Faysal's ear. "I have my suspicions, but it wouldn't be prudent if other people knew I voiced my opinions to you. So you must keep this quiet." He looks around quickly for any other members of the caravan and then continues. "I have never truly trusted Dashki, our gnoll expert. And if anyone, anyone, here was to be convicted of arson and murder... he would be the least surprising to me."

Faysal quietly listens to Garavel patiently waiting for the mercenary to continue. The young Kelishite holds for a few seconds then whispers back.

"Why should you suspect this man in particular, this Dashki? I don't suppose you have any evidence of his guilt but what do you know of his character?"

Another thoughtful look passes Faysal's features and he pauses another short moment. He regards Garavel carefully and smiles.

"It is good to hear that Garavel, that you would take Almah's state of mind under consideration. Many wouldn't even think of such a thing. But we should concern ourselves with the task at hand, finding out how the fire was started. Have you any ideas Garavel? You must know something of the people here."

Faysal glances around at the people of the caravan keeping his gaze moving but trying to take in as many details as possible. He looks back to Almah and watches her curiously.

"Perhaps I am moving too quickly but the fire must have been started by someone. Since you do not know more details perhaps we should ask around?"

Faysal's face reflects a man deep in thought for a short while until he notices the change in Garavel. Seizing upon the opportunity the young Keleshite moves swiftly to the mercenary and begins in a lower voice.

"What is wrong Garavel, has the grief of Almah struck you so deeply?"

"I... well..." The princess looks Faysal up and down for a moment and then sighs. "It was Eloais. He was our caravan's fortuneteller, and my... close friend. He was from Varisia, and quite skilled at his divinitary trade." Almah nods, her hair bouncing in the sunlight. "Yes. We will cremate him after we have discerned the manner of his death and take care that it never will happen again. The spirits would not be happy if we put him to rest before that. Though... I would request that you be there and supply knowledge of your rituals when we do send Eloais into the next world. You are called?"

"Ah yes, forgive me! I am Faysal, Faysal Ali al-Hussain man of many talents."

Faysal's words strike a high note as he relates his full name, obviously taking pains to make sure those nearby overhear. With a light bow he continues on.

"Determining who committed such an atrocity against you shall be our task then. Have you any ideas who might have done this? Anyone with a grudge?"

"Do not worry," Begins the Kelish man in smooth tones to Almah. "Things happen and we can not always work in the manner we intend. Who is the deceased? No doubt we should prepare for their passing to the next life. Though I am no priest I have some knowledge of the rituals."

Faysal waits for others to add to the conversation instinctively reaching for his holy symbol; a key topped with a coin depicting Katapesh.

Faysal's response to Almah is swift as he hurries in and begins trying to organise the people into a more efficient unit. The young Kelishite drops his gear to move more easily about barking orders and offering tips.

"You there, lift with your legs!"

"Sooth the animal before trying to restrain it!"

"Mind the fire, watch that it doesn't spread!"

Once it appears the group is working in a more organised manner, Faysal joins the line and helps bring in water. He appears to enjoy the excitement of the moment and eagerly aids the strangers of Almah's caravan.

Diplomacy check to organise the troops? 1d20+6=11

Young Faysal is a polite, easy-going man of Kelish descent. His long, dark hair and beard are typical of his heritage though the former is hidden under a plain turban. White clothing decorated sparingly with gold threading covers his thin but wiry frame. Faysal can normally be seen bearing a wide smile and he takes easily to the company of others, spending the majority of his time chatting amiably with any willing to lend an ear or voice. He loves to discuss varied topics but particularly enjoys spending his days discussing religious or philosophical topics.

On the day the caravan reaches the Sultan's Claw the young Kelish man seems particularly chatty. "Not perhaps the most comely of sights," He begins in a polished, honeyed tone. "I should hope all our 'encounters' will not be as barren on this journey as the mountains appear."

Updated my sheet with a rough background which admittedly is making me reconsider moving at least one trait. Will have to spend the rest of my monies on various bits and pieces and calculate encumberance but that shouldn't take long. Let me know if there's anything else I need to do.

PS. DM Kin

Who wants to get a pool started to see how long each character can last? I don't know how brutal or merciless Legacy of Fire is but if Curse of the Crimson Throne is any indication I'm going to die with great frequency!

My bet: myself in 1 week real-time :P

Hiya, sorry about the delay in posting my character but here's a rough draft. Let me know if there's anything requiring changes and the like. I still have to spend some gp but was wondering how much a camel would set me back?

PS. Are there links for the discussion and in-game threads yet?