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<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "This one" </span> </span> You used Samarda's finger to a long, proudly standing snake priestess. With pale green eyes, an uncommon sight amongst these people, but the initiation poison was known to have side effects.
She knelt before you. <span class="mu-i"> ''I am Nifari, novice priestess, forty-fifth in the hierarchy of the cult. It shall be my honour to travel alongside you, master. And alongside you, bearer. </span>
Because you didn't have any hands, she kissed the hand of Samarda instead, which you would have considered offensive were it not for circumstances being what they were.
The vizier then took over instructing her. <span class="mu-i"> "Do not come back with her right away; wait until the day before the caravan is to leave, then book along as a passenger to their end destination, and pack your belongings in the meantime; take as many travelling clothes as possible. Once you're out there, you must follow our master's every will and demand. Have you understood?'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> ''I have, vizier; I shall do as you and the snake god ask of us.'' </span> she replied.
You then had Samarda bring herself and the basket containing the snake eggs back to the caravan camp outside the city walls. You ordered her to put them somewhere nondescript and told her to feed them once they hatched, though after about a year they could hunt on their own.
Once you were returned to your usual host family, the usual practice and merchantship of the brothers came and went; the city merchants purchased the spices, silk, and other goods they had brought from afar. A good chunk of them were sold off in bulk, and Naram was satisfied with the yield he was bringing in. Simbar, who had taken to hiding his burns behind his nomadic veils, handled the haggling for prices. Naram was pleased with the profits from the sales, while Simbar skilfully negotiated prices for their goods.
With the time for sale overcame the time to buy in; Naram began stocking up on supplies, finding new delivery contracts, and preparing for their next journey to distant lands. Simbar continued to conceal his scars, expertly navigating the bustling markets to secure the best deals on goods they would need for their travels.
The next stop would be on the coast, to the west, the city of Al-Torniach. Which was the first stop on what was considered the borderland between the Occident and the Orient, where they hoped to sell off what remained of their merchandise.
