Samur
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A tall Ulfen man look to have his say. His face bears many strange scars and deep peck marks. Also strangely, for an Ulfen man, he is dressed in the Qadiran fashion and a tattooed image of Sarenrae can be seen on his left bicep.
If you look carefully, you can see a tattooed image of Erastil on his right bicep.
"Honored Trade Prince"The Ulfen winks without hiding it.
"Through you I, Samur Scarring, have become a rich man. I now live in Katheer where the warm winds blow and the people call me Trade Prince too."
"I manage my own business now, but I know good advice when I hear it. If you say, merge with this Karela fellow, I will follow you there. If you say that we will call ourselves the Exchange, then I say it is a good name. If some of these new Cousins do not join our merger then let them go. I for one will follow your wisdom - the wisdom that has made me rich."
"Some of these Cousins speak as though we who supported Qadira have never seen blood. I can only shrug. Look at my axe little Cousins - I call it Red-Iron, Rauthjarn in the Skald tongue. So, are we Cousins or not?"
"I'm getting an ale and I'll buy for any of the Exchange. Who's drinking?"
