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The star-tattooed, dichromic woman turns and places both legs next to each
other, resting her hands on the stage ground behind her back, and leaning
backwards some.

At a round, blue-painted table, the well-groomed, black-haired man speaks,
to the ash-haired, blue-eyed man.

At a round, blue-painted table, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man speaks, with a
faint grin.

Looking over to the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman, you say, in sirihish:
     "Its a bit harder without my partner and his instruments."

At a round, blue-painted table, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man speaks,
inclining his head slowly as he smiles.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman considers a cinnamon-skinned, dark-haired
man for a moment, her gaze resting upon his red cloth sash and small agafari
drum.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman leans against the well-groomed,
black-haired man's side, watching you thoughtfully.

To a cinnamon skinned, dark-haired man, you ask, in bendune:
     "I'll need a drum. Shira, same pattern as the wind and the dune, when I
nod to you. Can you do that?"

The cinnamon-skinned, dark-haired man hesitates for a moment, then bobs his
head to the star-tattooed, dichromic woman and takes the small drum into
both hands, placing it on his lap.

The slim, onyx-haired youth has arrived from the north.

Smiling as she stands up, you say, in bendune:
     "Thank you."

The well-groomed, black-haired man raises one hand to the slim, onyx-haired
youth.

Your new ldesc is:
The star-tattooed, dichromic woman is standing before the stage.

The well-groomed, black-haired man waves the slim, onyx-haired youth over.

Raising one henna-painted hand above her head, arranging the fingers into a
blossom shape, you say, in sirihish:
     "This one is for my sister, who went on a long journey all on her own.
It does not rhyme, I translated from bendune."

At a round, blue-painted table, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man speaks, with a
lazy nod.

The slim, onyx-haired youth gazes about the busy tavern, raising his right
hand and approaching as he spots the well-groomed, black-haired man.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman pushes off of a ladder-backed agafari
chair and rises to her feet.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman moves over to a larger table.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman sits down at a broad table of scarred
agafari wood.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman slightly bends her upper body backwards,
touching the ground with the tiptoes of one foot, the other slightly offset.
.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man pushes off of a ladder-backed agafari chair
and rises to his feet.

The well-groomed, black-haired man pushes off of a ladder-backed agafari
chair and rises to his feet.
The well-groomed, black-haired man sits down at a broad table of scarred
agafari wood.

The slim, onyx-haired youth sits down at a broad table of scarred agafari
wood.

Dusk sets, and torches begin to flicker out in the plaza.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman stomps the ground twice with one heel,
then emits a low, humming tune, her face reflecting a state of focus and
concentration.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man slowly walks towards a broad table of scarred
agafari wood, shooting the occasional glance at your feet.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man slowly walks towards a broad table of scarred
agafari wood, shooting the occasional glance at your feet.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man sits down at a broad table of scarred agafari
wood.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Duskhorn eyes, skin like silk"

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the slim, onyx-haired youth
speaks, nodding around the table with a faint grin.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "The whisper of the wind in her heart"

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman draws the henna-painted hand sidewards
before her face, index and middle finger straddled to accentuate the shape
of her eye, and casting a sultry glance towards a silk-clad merchant.

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the well-groomed, black-haired man
speaks, to the slim, onyx-haired youth.

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, nodding slowly.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "She took a short walk into the night"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "And the desert led her astray."

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman moves forward a small distance, slightly
swaying back and fourth and touching the ground with a rhythmic stomp after
each step.

The well-groomed, black-haired man returns his arm around the sable-skinned,
beryl-eyed woman.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kyra, Kyra"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kissed by the moon"

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the slim, onyx-haired youth
speaks, smiling at the well-groomed, black-haired man as he extracts the
bracers from the bundle and pushes them back.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Guided by a star"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Carried away to the sun."

The well-groomed, black-haired man sneaks something out of his backpack,
slipping it behind the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman slyly.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman faces the stage with a swift turn on her
naked feet, then inclines her head and reaches up towards the ceiling with
one hand, following its movement with a dreamy gaze.

The slim, onyx-haired youth pushes his cloak aside as he slips his arms into
his pair of hard leather manicae sleeves.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "The moon was in love with her face"

The well-groomed, black-haired man turns the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed
woman's attention towards him, and brushes his stiff, white-petalled flower
under the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman's nose with a slight grin.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kissing her cheek with one ray"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "As she lost herself in the sky"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Three creatures she encountered."

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, looking towards the well-groomed, black-haired man with a faint
sigh, smirking.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman dances backwards, her hips swaying from
one side to the other, using her arms and hands to gesture towards the
ground on both sides and describe the shape of an animal in the air.

The well-groomed, black-haired man winces at the ash-haired, blue-eyed man.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "The quirri was a midnight shape"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Tamed by the melody of her voice"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "It lay down by her side, waiting"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "For dawn to come, keeping her warm."

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, speaking quietly as he glances to you.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman turns to face the room again with a
swift, elegant move, then emits a low, quirri-like growl from deep within
her throat.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman tilts her head, wrapping an arm around
the well-groomed, black-haired man's neck as she inhales the scent of the
flower.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kyra, Kyra"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kissed by the moon"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Guided by a star"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Carried away to the sun."

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman continues the dance, supporting her chant
with descriptive moves and expressions of her hands and eyes, feet stomping
rhythmically.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "A star was born before dawn"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Gently touching her cheek, guiding"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Her sore feet towards the horizon"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Where she encountered the kank."

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman brings up both her hands to simulate
insectoid antennae, glancing left and right.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Unaffected by wind and weather,"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "The kank was waiting, calmly"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "To take the girl's weight upon himself"

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman rests her head against the well-groomed,
black-haired man's shoulder as her gaze remains on you on the stage.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Charmed by the grace of her dance."

The well-groomed, black-haired man gives a stiff, white-petalled flower to
the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman remains still for a moment, holding her
pose as her dichromic gaze lingers, breathing deeply.

The well-groomed, black-haired man slips the flower into the sable-skinned,
beryl-eyed woman's hair.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman inclines her head towards the
cinnamon-skinned, dark-haired man, who returns the nod and begins to play a
quick, airy rhythm on his drum.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman removes a sash tied around her waist,
displaying it as a long veil, then holds one end firmly with one hand while
letting the other flutter into the air.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman whirls her body around, nimbly catching
the loose end of the veil as it falls, sultry moves following the beat of
the drum as her feet slide over the floor with apparently well-trained
grace.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man looks up at you with a somewhat more
interested gaze.

The slim, onyx-haired youth curiously tilts his head as he watches your on
the stage.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman begins to stomp more quickly and
intensely, circling and swaying like grass in the wind, drawing the veil
through the air with her as a fluttering ribbon to accompany her moves.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman stands still, lowering the veil with an
expression of sadness before raising her voice once more, glancing down at
the floor too her feet.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kyra, Kyra"

The well-groomed, black-haired man grins softly at the sable-skinned,
beryl-eyed woman.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Kissed by the moon"

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, nodding slowly towards the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman.

The well-groomed, black-haired man presses a kiss on the sable-skinned,
beryl-eyed woman's cheek.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Guided by a star"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Carried away to the sun"

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman looks up, considering a sienna-haired
youth in the crowd as she continues.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "At the end of the world"

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman slips her hand into his hand, her curls
dark against the grey and black of the well-groomed, black-haired man's
cloak as she leans closer tohim.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "There was a sleeping erdlu"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Coated in shiny, colorful feathers"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Dreaming of the gift of flight."

The well-groomed, black-haired man receives the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed
woman's hand happily.

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the well-groomed, black-haired man
speaks, to the ash-haired, blue-eyed man.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman brings up her arms on both sides, swaying
them with slow, wave-like movements in an imitation of wing flaps.

The well-groomed, black-haired man grins over at the ash-haired, blue-eyed
man, grasping the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman's hand.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "She lay down, embracing the erdlu"

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, muttering slowly under his breath.

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Closed eyes, sharing one dream"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "And he lifted her up, into the sky"

You sing, in sirihish:
     "Aroused by the ease of her heart."

The well-groomed, black-haired man grins fondly at the sable-skinned,
beryl-eyed woman.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman flashes a loving grin at the
well-groomed, black-haired man.

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, lifting his eyebrows slowly.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman breathes deeply, then performs a graceful
curtsey and steps away from the stage.

The slim, onyx-haired youth glances at the ash-haired, blue-eyed man before
leaning back against his chair with a laugh.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman lifts her hands, slipping one from the
well-groomed, black-haired man's hand to applaud you.

The sable-skinned, beryl-eyed woman tosses a small pouch of coins to you.

At a broad table of scarred agafari wood, the ash-haired, blue-eyed man
speaks, nodding slowly.

The ash-haired, blue-eyed man reaches into a large coinbag and absently
tosses a small handful towards you.

The star-tattooed, dichromic woman moves between the tables, collecting some
coins, and murmuring thanks as she receives a few pouches.


The star-tattooed, dichromic woman nods to the sable-skinned, beryl-eyed
woman and the ash-haired, blue-eyed man with a smile, then moves to the
other side of the room, approaching a group of mercenaries.