"[...] Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in the society ?" asked the gentleman.
Knowing too little of the local customs and exhausted by the long journey he accomplished, Imran grumbled some unintelligible answer and pursued his way.
"- My dear, my dear, you will not last a single night in this city without my help" he heard, coming from the man behind.
"For only these three silver coins I see, I can promise you a safe first night here, a good meal and a job" the man continued.
Imran had only a few choices and he knew it : if he refused the gentleman offer, he would for sure meet some thugs on the next corner, who will surelly also be interested in these three silver coins, and would for sure agree to share with this gentleman. He knew this technic as he himself had to use it during his childhood.
"- These coins are for the city guard captain sir, as I have urgent matters to deal with him. As you seem to be a more than honest man, would you guide me to him ?" Imran said in an approximate Oren.
As expected, the gentleman lost his superb and withraw without a word. "Good start" thought Imran, "we live we learn, he".
Thus is Imran the Qaleesh, 3 silver coins left, no home and no aquaintances but safe and free.
- As most of the farfolk, Imran have than skin, dark hair and beard and brown eyes.
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