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Reljir and The Huntress 2a/?

[(Anonymous)]

The redguard regarded him thoughtfully, visibly startled when he saw his tattoos. He smiled slightly as if aware of something Reljir was not. The Ansei were trained to be patient and observant. Reljir crossed his arms and waited. The redguard nodded in approval before presenting his hands palms up cupped.

He offered the traditional greeting “Armen Li Kutta welcomes house Mirel, may I be of service?”. Reljir felt his tension increase. This was the Keeper of the Kutta House! There was more to Armen than met the eye. He was skilled in weaponless fighting. It was evident in his stance.

Reljir presented his hands and returned the greeting “House Mirel accepts the hospitality of Li Kutta”. He stood his ground aware he was being weighed. Armen lowered his head in a slight bow and Reljir felt the tension leave his body. He had been accepted.

The Keepers of the Kutta only served those they found worthy. They were know to test the limits of warriors who didn’t measure up. The older man indicated the door and Reljir fell into step besides him. The two walked in silence for a bit. Armen avoided the main road taking the back path towards a small house tucked away in the residential district.

Reljir could smell the Kutta house long before Armen opened the door. The familiar scent of Venison stew flavored with roast leeks reminded him of home. He almost forgot his manners and failed to greet the woman reading in a corner whom Armen introduced as his wife Saffir. Armen was suddenly all business asking Reljir to help him move the bed and rugs covering the hidden trapdoor leading to a secret underground chamber.

The small room was filled with crates and chests almost to the roof. Everything was magically sealed. There was very little walking space and the two men had to climb over some barrels to reach the items belonging to house Mirel.