"Base scoundrel!" Haroun shouts before launching himself in the direction of the thief, drawing Kahani, his flashing rapier. "You shall return this lady's purse or face the blade of Haroun Al-Fuad, hero of Kelmarane!"
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At the mention of Kelmarane, Haroun's eyes light with recogition. "Kelmarane? Once the jewel of the north, I am told. For that price, you have hired Haroun Al-Fuad, and his sword, Kahani. "Three days though? I had hoped for sooner employment. I fear I found myself out of a favor with one of the merchants in the market, for being too much in the favor of his daughter. I, of course, have behaved gentlemanly. Well, as gentlemanly as reasonable. No matter, though. May be the peace of the gods be upon you all," Haroun bows as he leaves the room.
Hearing Garavel's applause, Haroun turns around, smiles–perhaps a little less friendly a smile than he offered to the initial party–and bows deeply, "I am pleased to have amused you, kind sir, but let us to business: What is to the north that you and your lady should need company such as this," Haroun gestures to the motley band of adventurers that Garavel has assembled.
A taller keleshite man stumbles into the room. He looks more than a bit disheveled as if he spent the night carousing and only just woke up. He glances around at the other occupants and breaks into an open, welcoming smile. "Greetings! A most magnificent bunch of adventurers! I am Haroun Al-Fuad, perhaps you have heard of me? Or perhaps not. It is no matter. One day you will be able to tell your grandsons that you went on a great journey with the Haroun Al-Fuad." He takes a second look at Zalika and exclaims "A devotee of Sarenrae! I find that, of all the gods that men pay homage, the Dawnflower has the most poetic of appellations. And a gentleman from Mwangi," Haroun turns to T'Kual, "I once knew a man from Mwangi, a Captain Jako . . . Jaka . . oh, we just called him Captain Jack. A fine warrior. He could make his spear dance like the most beautiful harem girl in all of Kelesh. They say he was a cannibal, but I never saw him eat anything but what you or I would. Well, I suppose I shouldn't presume about another man's habits, and who might you be?" Haroun finishes, turning to Iuni Al'Badin and bowing as courteously as he can manage.
I believe that one of those ladies is an inquisitor and the other is a sorcerer. And I, I am the greatest swordsman in the world, or at least that is what it says on the business card. (In other words, I'm a one handed fighter).
I chuckled at your original post. Your prediction that you always miss something was spot on. Just a reflection of the complexities of the system I suppose.
So, my friends tell me that you are looking for a swordsman. Well, take a look at this blade. A beauty isn't she? She was my father's. He was a great hero and adventurer. Fuad the Magnificent of Kelmarane. Haven't heard of him? Well, no matter; Sadly, he died long before your time, but I wield his blade and will uphold the family tradition. But, I am told you are looking for a swordman. How much are you willing to pay? That much, huh? Well, my friend, I will tell you: I am the greatest swordsman in the world–that you can get for that price. And who knows? Perhaps, I will live up to my father's legend and you will get much more than you paid for. Consider me a bargain, for I aim to be.
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