“Peace and good fortune upon your womb and upon your purse O highly favored lady that you should venture into the humble tent and favor the simple hospitality of Mo’she Din Nera! Please may I offer you refreshment after your dusty travels and will you suffer to regale the peasant ears of a lowly dog of a servant about your blessed journey and demean yourself to speak of your lofty aspirations and though one so blessed by the gods with such stunning beauty, gracious charm and the obvious glow of the gods’ own wisdom in her jeweled eyes has no need of such a menial worm as I, if it please you to but whisper of your wants perhaps it has also pleased the gods to allow Mo’she Din Nera, son of a motherless goat that he is, to be so also blessed as to have the treasures and provender my pearl of the desert desires.” Such was the speech of the merchant so laced with flatteries and false modesty that the one known as Ch’loi had not chance to speak before some of the wolves in merchant clothing found pretense to come stand within hearing of their conversation.
“One desires to purchase ten camels and an electric mule.”
“Should those camels have fever too?” One of the false merchants asked.
|Y'all deserve a much better illustration than this,|
but by now you must know how that goes. :(
i am working on one though.
|will this do?|
The one known as Ch’loi inspected it, spending most of one’s time checking the strength of the cargo tie downs. The purchase was completed, the coins changed hands and the one known as Ch’loi took leave of the walls of the Last Caravanserai. A group of the imposters was lounging near the gate and as one and her camels and the electric mule passed by one heard him say, “Be seeing you.”