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Author Topic: Call on me, will be there  (Read 921 times)

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Call on me, will be there
« on: Feb 06, 19, 12:32:11 AM »
Locale: Kemet, Raej. Abbasi Red Moon House.

You should reach to find the truth in love...


Abbasi Red Moon House, Kemet
In the end after debating several ways to contact Rehema, who often seemed joined at the hip with Masika according to Nailah's viewpoint when she was particularly annoyed and venting her frustrations toward their sisters, Theoris thought she'd simply deal with the slightly younger woman herself, with the expectation that even if Masika found her communication with Rehema, curiosity might be enough for the less dominant of the pair of twins to make up her own mind. She'd paced to and fro before writing the letter enhanced with just enough Basic Craft so it couldn't be easily destroyed.

Yet, Theoris knew enough that even without prompting, Masika would possibly see a plot regardless of whether there was one. As always, she was emotionally sensitive enough to see very well how the entire fight between the two siblings had begun, while both of them had enough pride and temper to keep it going regardless of who was originally wrong or right. She brushed her fingers over a soft, silk covered pillow and frowned, wondering if it would ever be possible for amends to be made. The Blood, on the whole, were ferocious in their mannerisms. Leaning back upon the pillowed seating, she looked around the beautifully appointed common area which was presently empty given the very early hour.

Technically speaking, the House was always open to those with severe need, but typically other clients made appointments at more reasonable times of the day, while those with standing accounts were allowed further leeway. The quiet wrapped around the courtesan and while her previous place of business for years had not been a place she would have expected any of her sisters to desire to visit, she had for a time been just another employee in a Red Moon House where enslaved girls had also worked, that had not been the case for quite some time. She hoped the changes would make at least Rehema curious, much as it had Nailah and Kontar.
To Rehema,

Sister. It has been some time since we have talked together without one sister or the other being between us. I will speak plainly to you in this letter, as I want you to feel safe with communication from me, as it was when we were small before everything became so painful. I will preface my words in saying that I know that you and Masika are very different people, and while soothing Nailah has often been a task I took up willingly, it was never because I was taking her side, but because the split between us, had it been a healthy one intended to make both of the pairs of us thrive separately as well as together would have been natural. Sometimes I fret deeply, that the love with which our parents brought us all into the world has never been enough to sustain us.

I would love to have tea and a meal with you in my place of business. Things are different now, though I do not know how much you have heard. The Abbasi Red Moon House has no slaves, I am intensely proud to say. Both men and women are paid very well, perhaps lavishly compared to other places in Kemet, and I choose to cater and care for both the needs of women and men. It has been exciting, how the business has practically exploded in response to good deeds, and in turn, I have heard about your clinic and I would like to make a donation if you would allow me to. Write to me soon, when it is easiest between your Healing charges, and take care. I realize that your work is both precious and dangerous at once.

With love,

Theoris Abbasi

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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #1 on: Feb 12, 19, 04:25:30 PM »
Masika had found the letter, but still it stood unopened top of the kitchen counter, perhaps too neatly aligned with the rest of her daily correspondence to be a coincidence. Rehema found it after a long night at the clinic. Two neat almost identical piles addressed to either sister. Usually Masika would open them all, but this time she opted for a separation of property that was uncharacteristic of her twin. The blush colored envelope with Theoris’s distinct handwriting was hard to miss. Ema waited until Corvo left the house for his nightly inspection before taking it into her room to read.  It had been sometime since she had seen Theoris in person. The quarrel had never been with her, but Masika and Nailah drew lines in the sand, collecting their favorite supporters to make up their team. Masika hated that Kontar had refused to stand on either corner, so naturally, he wasn't in hers. He was the only one that Rehema  was quick to defend, their baby brother would not be pushed out of her life.  Theoris however became Nailah’s ears and for a long time it was felt that she had chosen the path of least resistance.  Up until recently Rehema had been lumped in with her sister’s indignant rage just because they shared the same face. Theoris had always been the more rational one the most like minded to herself.

Masika would be upset, maybe it was easier now that she too a cause of frustration.  So she wrote back.

Theo,

I want to thank you for reaching out to me. My days and nights are so long sometimes that it feels as though I am only kicking sand back into the waves. Your letter was well received. The positions we have been put in haven't been fair to either of us, but I am hoping we can meet in the middle. My voice was hard to find for some time now.  In a way we have both taken sides by not speaking up for the other. I am just as guilty of this.

It brings me joy to know that your business is going so well and that those who work for you are being treated with the care and respect that they deserve. Most importantly, your happiness warms my heart. I have missed you Theo.  I can meet you in two days for lunch, we can discuss anything you wish then. See you soon sister.

Yours,


It was hard not to miss the 7 foot tall Prince that was her escort as he kept pace at her side.  Ema tucked her hair behind her ear for what seemed like a tenth time since exiting the carriage. Her hands smoothed down the length of her knee length black skirt. Today she opted for something less traditional, a flattering V neck A-line dress with a lace back and a leather ankle boots with a low heel. She had informed Prince Anansi that very night about her plan to leave the clinic early in two days and meet with her second eldest sister Theoris Abbasi. What she conveniently left out was that they would be doing so at the Abbasi Red Moon House. This was information he was just now learning, standing before the elegantly renovated building.

Theoris had always had an eye for detail and she had never settled for less than her vision for perfection.  Ema’s hand adjusted the silver pendant that fell between her breasts before sweeping her fingers up the plait of her hair. It was a nervous gesture and she wasn't exactly sure why she felt so self conscious. “The last time I was here it was different.  My sister began working here years ago. Now she owns it and she no longer keeps slaves.”  It was a point of pride knowing her entire family abhorred the practice. Glancing up at Corvo with her quiet smile. “I think you will like her. Most do.”  Theo had always been charming, and in Rehema’s opinion while she inherited the heart, Nailah the ambition and Masika the passion, Theo monopolized most of the grace and beauty.

The doors opened and a woman welcomed them in with a pleasant smile. “Lady Abbasi, please this way. Your sister awaits you in the common room."  Rehema nodded and dared a glance back toward Corvo. For some reason she felt....uneasy bringing him here, though she was certain he was no stranger to establishments such as this.  Pressing down her reservations they were ushered through opulent structure. The ceilings were high hiving the Red Moon House a tranquil feel. “Must be nice not to have to watch your head.” she teased him just as they entered.

Her eyes immediately moved to the single occupant. Her hair was dark, her skin fair. Just standing there Theoris exemplified a living avatar of sensuality and strength.  Ema smiled, Nailah was not in sight, though it would not have been as unwelcome to see her as it had been weeks ago. Not looking back as the doors closed behind them, she crossed the room to stand before her sister. . “Hi Theo. Its good to see you.” she said softly.  Unsure of what to do with her hands, Ema reached out with one, offering it to her sister with a meaningful squeeze. “Let me introduce you to Prince Corvo Anansi from Anansi Guardians. He has been my escort for a short time now. Prince Anansi, this is my second sister, Lady Theoris Abbasi.”


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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #2 on: Feb 14, 19, 07:35:19 PM »
The evening inspection was one of the ways he communicated with the field team that occasionally worked the neighborhood.  They would be needed less as time went on, but it was something the Guardians did from time to time to render a particular area more secure.  A small team of men and women, with one Black Widow from the family if they could manage it, would check on who was in the area, with a particular eye for drifters, homeless, or those that simply didn’t belong.  It was not bigotry, but experience, and an effort to minimize vectors of danger.  They would even use webs to dissuade people from squatting in certain places, simply encouraging those that had no business to be in an area to look elsewhere.  Those that did belong, had their backgrounds checked, and if there was potential for trouble, addition steps could be taken.

He returned to find that they were going to visit yet another sister in a couple of days,  Corvo went with Rehema, of course, but he had conjured a slightly better suit to cover his nearly seven foot frame.  There was sky blue in the accents, and it helped make his eyes more noticeable, if that were possible.  Corvo had decided that being noticed did more for them than fading into the background.  A man of his size could be intimidating, especially if he were obviously there to protect the Healer.  He did not feel the need, at least not with this outing, to be obviously armed, and he told Rehema as much when she revealed exactly where they were heading.  He had no idea that it was an establishment attached to her family, but he chose not to reveal that he knew exactly where it was.  He let Rehema take the lead on that, and was vigilant as they went.

Corvo noticed Rehema fussing with her clothing when they arrived, and he smiled, leaning down slightly to say.  ”You look amazing.”  They headed towards the entrance as his Healer almost nervously described her sister.  ”I am certain your sister runs a fine establishment.”  It was very good the last time he had reason to do business there, but it made him wonder when Theoris had taken over, and if he would know Theoris.  He didn’t recall the name at all, and for that he was grateful.  He had a good memory for faces, and most names.  The door was opened for them, and he smiled warmly at the hostess, he assumed, before he ducked inside out of habit and then remembered he could stand up straight.  ”You have no idea.”  He said in response to the mild teasing.

At the sight of the woman that was clearly Rehema’s sister, he very briefly looked a little relieved.  He did NOT know here, and that was good.  It would save everyone a little bit of trouble, and Rehema seemed more than a little perturbed already.  Thus far, he had not seen any ladies that he recognized, though he would have bet they were lurking somewhere.  He looked around for a moment, and when he was introduced, he bowed slightly, ”Lady Abbasi, a pleasure.  It is good to meet another member of Lady Rehema’s family.”  With that done, he stepped back slightly, making clear that he was there professionally.  He was not meant to be a guest, or to interfere in this family meeting.  He should be thought of as furniture, like an armchair that could leap into action when it became necessary.

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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #3 on: Feb 16, 19, 03:18:27 PM »
Theoris had owned one of the largest Red Moon Houses in Kemet for a few years now but had worked as a Courtesan's Apprentice and then a full Courtesan for all of her adult life following her Offering, in which a botched and rushed service had granted her no Jewels at all. However unfortunate, Theoris had embraced that fact and found a niche for herself, travelling all the way to Kemet to do so. She had soothed herself in deciding a place that she could understand those with very little power as well as some of the deepest gifted was where she was supposed to be in life. The hostess for the day had allowed in the Blood Female's pair of guests, as it seemed these days Rehema also had an Escort in a similar fashion as many women might choose to do so to avoid the rougher realities of living in Raej: it wasn't unheard of for both men and women to end up snatched if not protected by their status, names, or with a guard. As such, to see that Rehema had arrived with an escort was nothing short of a relief for Theoris to see. Other than the hostess, the common area of the Red Moon House was empty and quiet.

Within moments of Theoris taking a study of her sister's exceedingly tall and blue-eyed escort, she turned her attention back toward Rehema. As a Courtesan that accepted clients from both within, and outside of Raej, she was familiar with a wide range of appearances. A favoured Captain and one of her own ladies also had the pale hue, and she wondered if he perhaps had hailed partially from Chaillot or another territory. It was clear the man was there to work for the present and was plainly beside himself for some reason of awkwardness when suddenly, the Blood Opal Prince seemed relieved for some reason. She had been familiar with the signatures of both the Rose and Blood Opal for more than a decade thanks to her sisters. Curiosity brushed Theoris' face with minor concern as she then brushed it aside. If he couldn't trust his senses that an official Red Moon House was perfectly safe to relax in, Theoris had no intentions of forcing the Prince to interact with her. Males. A bubble of amusement flittered through Theoris' face, her brown eyes brilliant in her face due to the addition of Kohl that outlined them, and then the body language of the pair allowed her to infer they were more than guard and Healer.

The smile that had been just plainly welcoming on Theoris' face shifted to slightly speculative. Oh, fascinating, so that's how it is, she thought. No doubt, another man worried if more than one woman he'd bedded was in the same place at the same time, Theoris thought, ever so familiar with the type more concerned with where he lay his head and cock. Despite being unworried, Theoris quietly approved.

A sensually open and honest creature, perhaps obvious given her profession, Theoris found such quandaries foolish and unfortunate at best. While she was more than comfortable in her own skin, but more, was utterly pleased the seemingly more 'quiet' of the twins had found herself a male she could both trust to crush a few faces for her, as well as keep her from overusing Craft. Which was something Theoris never had to concern herself with; what she possessed was simply it. The surprise addition truly added a pleasant layer to her first meeting with her sister in some time.

"Rehema," she said smoothly. "It is very good to see you," she murmured with a wide smile. In just a few moments, she uncovered a tea tray with the hand that Rehema was not holding with the steady presence of the very tightly controlled Basic Craft she could use. "Prince Anansi," she demurred, while immediately focusing once more upon her sister, letting the man become the furniture he seemed to wish to be. With the sheer number of very loyal, well-paid employees that had all but flocked to the Red Moon House in the last year and a half when she had overturned matters and rebuilt from the ground up essentially, Theoris seldom needed to use her own Craft anyway, save for her clients that could afford the Proprietor's own very high prices. The previous owner had very often saved her for particularly wealthy or out-of-Territory, or both sorts of clients that could gain the House prestige, thus it was no surprise that while she had recognized the Prince's face, he had never been one of hers.

For a moment, however, a trace of sadness flickered through Theoris' gaze, as the only one of the sisters that weren't doing well was their sister, and Rehema's own twin, Masika. Later, after this meeting, she would offer prayers in the ferocious woman's name. "I have heard good things about your activities, sister," she said, smoothing her very traditional attire that covered her from the collarbone to ankle in soft lace and satin, hair half hidden by a sheer burgundy wrap, as she moved to sit upon several of the soft pillows in a graceful, half recline while inviting her sibling to do the same. The heels she wore matched the golden embroidery worked through the entire outfit, while today, Theoris wore rings on most of her fingers in a subtle embellishment.

Regardless of whether visiting family or tending to her expansive clientele, Theoris always attired herself traditionally and with an understated elegance that was welcoming rather than detracting or too showy. She drank in her sister's face, having deeply missed her. However kindly Rehema found her Escort, there were quite a lot of things she had no intention of revealing in front of a man she had not met until this moment that was not a client, personally. So she held back the emotion she wanted to offer her sister, despite not wanting to do so. It was much like having a bit of furniture in a room of delicate cream pieces while one gigantic armoire in black sat in the middle, turning beauty into puzzlement. It left the courtesan with a tiny, nearly professional smile and a wealth of something deeper in her face, but at least she did not need to fret over her sister's safety, which was the more important matter. "You have been well, as I understand it, but feeling overworked?" She had inferred as much from her sister's letter of reply and the simple fact that in Raej, there were many that suffered to benefit the few. If Mother Night was kind, perhaps in time she might have a chance to get to know her sister's chosen male, so their future meetings might feel less formal.

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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #4 on: Apr 08, 19, 12:20:59 PM »
“And you Theoris, thank you for having me.”  She said, giving her hand yet one more squeeze before returning it to her. Ema wasn’t sure what she had expected from this meeting. The initial urge was to embrace her sibling. It had been so long since they shared each other's company that an awkwardness had settled between them. Corvo was polite but also far more concise than she expected of him. It was clear that he was giving them room to communicate without interruption, but there was also something lightly paranoid about the way he glanced about which was strange considering they had been no more than a few feet from the door when he was reassuring her of the safety of this establishment. It did not dawn on Ema that he might frequent the Abbasi Red Moon house from time to time or that her sister might recognize him.  Ema’s smile was faint, but her expressive eyes excused him to sit or stand as he saw fit further away from the sisters so they could speak privately. In the few weeks that he had established himself as Escort, she had rarely been out of his sight save for private moments.

Following Theori’s lead, she settled on the couch, though she did not recline with the fluid grace that was second nature to her sister. Being so comfortable in her skin had always been one of her most enviable traits, while Rehama on the other hand, smoothed her palms over her skirts and crossed her ankles.  Like with Nailah, she was reminded by how much time had passed, and the infrequency of her visits with Theoris left her with lingering guilt. Nailah was passionate and focused on Masika, which alienated Rehema but this was not so with Theoris.  They had seemingly taken sides in a war neither agreed with. 

“Have you?” she asked curiously. Had Nailah discussed her visit to the clinic, or had she heard of its success through other means.  Humbled she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as it tickled her cheek. “It isn’t always glamorous, but it is fulfilling as Im sure your work is here.”  Theoris tore down the walls and rebuilt the Red Moon House from its foundations.  Not only was she successful in providing a needed service, one she heard their brother took great advantage of, but shed done so on her own terms and ideals. “If Kontar could live here Im sure he would. Well, Im always overworked, Theo. When I selected the location for the clinic I did so with never being able to have a full nights sleep again in mind.”  She smiled at this fact her right shoulder curling under her chin in a shrug. “I am one of three Healers at the clinic, our rarity and the demand is a formula for long days and short nights. It has improved though, by force.”  Her eyes darted to Corvo for a moment to indicate she had very little choice in the matter where rest was concerned. “He has not allowed me my bad habits.”  She said mock begrudgingly.

Everything about this place was beautiful, including the woman who ran it. Ema found herself glancing around the sitting room, the plush furnishings popped with color against the golden archways and blue murals. Every piece had its place, from the serving tray with tiny, perfectly shaped delicacies and the sound of trickling water from the room’s center fountain. The white noise was soothing, which no doubt was its intended purpose. Even Theoris, with her shiny ebony hair, dark lines eyes and natural grace only complimented the setting. So much had changed and it only reminded her of how distant they had become and while it was just a matter of time, Ema was unsure how to press her affection on someone so perfectly poised.  She would have lied if she said she had not been nervous to enter the Red Moon house, but that had more to do with her aversion to calling attention to herself. “I saw the twins, Nailah is making wonderful young men of them. They have even visited the clinic, I would not be surprised if Tsenkani took up some form of Healing. Masika is…” her lip twitched trying to lure the right word, her head tipped to one side subconsciously. “well she is Masika.” Her stomach dropped as it was prone to do when mentioning her twin as of late. Still, she warranted mentioning, even in passing. "Strong-willed and wild as always. She is doing well.”  Was she? Even Ema didnt know anymore. However she knew it would be what Masika would have wanted her to say. That voice in her head, the one who instructed her on how to act, and what to say when her twin was involved was getting smaller and smaller these days. Her smile waned.  Pinching at her fingers lightly she looked to her sister again, remembering the words written in short but meaningful letters. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited, that all of their strife washed back on us. I would like to fix it.” 

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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #5 on: May 02, 19, 12:06:18 PM »
Corvo had meant his greetings.  It was good to know more of Rehema’s family, not only for professional reasons.  It seemed that Lady Theoris was measuring him for some thing or some reason.  He smiled, took note of her amusement, and then did as he always did.  He became a part of the landscape.  He was not there to engage in their conversation.  He should have seen the Red Moon House as safe, more to the point, he should have seen the Healer’s Sister’s House as safe, but that was not what he was paid for.  Corvo was alert, even if Rehema was not.  He could relax in her home, even in her bed, but out in the world, he was never not on duty, even if he said he wasn’t.

He did briefly wonder what the Abbasi’s had been doing to produce the beauties that they had.  Rehema had a twin sister, Theoris was not only beautiful, but a bit lush and mysterious as well—what you’d expect from a courtesan that owned her own establishment.  Corvo had seen Rehema’s more famous sister, and no one would dismiss her because she was not easy to look at.  He wondered how any of them had come so far without additional protection.  Raej was not the safest place in the realm, and not every slaver was interested in moral questions or ethics.

Corvo quietly observed the room, and the sisters.  He could sense their affection, and he could appreciate that.  He was the product of a warm extended family, a warm and often nosy extended family, so he could appreciate the kind of connections and emotions that likely tied these two women to each other.  He could feel it in the room, and he could see it in their physical comportment.  He barely listened to their words, however, having trained himself not to eavesdrop unless he was called for or mentioned in some context.  Corvo heard the mention of the clinic, and that returned his more direct focus just as Rehema glanced his way.  He smiled warmly for her, but didn’t add to her declaration.  If Theoris knew Rehema well enough, and he believed she did, she would know exactly what the Healer meant.

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Re: Call on me, will be there
« Reply #6 on: Oct 12, 19, 07:46:37 AM »
Her heart, if it could be said so beyond mere metaphor, felt as though it was squeezed by a hand she could not see. Theoris had not wanted to let go of Rehema's hand, and she barely was able to hide the trembling of her lower lip. What happened to their family? Scattered and angry. She knew how to be busy as for the longest time the witch and Blood Female had no choice in the matter regarding her previous employer. While Rehema looked around, it was easy enough to follow suit. "Rehema. There has never, ever been a moment where you were not welcome here. I just didn't think Masika would ... I didn't want you to fight with another sister." She grinned and blinked, but it was a clever movement to hide the sudden manner Theoris' eyes glittered with tears.

A flutter of Basic Craft kept her cosmetics in place. "I am sorry that Nailah is so stubborn, and I miss Masika more than I have words to express. I at least want you to know that." Theoris honestly had never understood why the fighting even was happening even though she tried her best to empathize with their now High Priestess of a sister. "I've tried for years to get her to even see reason and rationality a little and ... I've been fresh out of sticks for a while if you know what I mean."

"Obtaining this place was not easy, and I almost lost the deal when I didn't tell the previous Proprietor that I had bought it only to tear it down!" She laughed, but there was a little sadness in the sound. "No Red Moon House should have slaves even if one ... is willing to look the other way with such vile practices. I could not conduct business that way, and while true, that change has lost me quite a lot of clients, I do not need those kinds of males darkening my doorway." She tossed her head, and the cloud of dark hair visible beneath her subtly sheer and ornately embroidered headscarf shifted with the motion.

"That said, of course, I have. I pay attention to every scrap of news. I am eternally proud of everything you do. There are so many that would never be able to get help. I've seen things in this profession, and while some are good there's also ... certain details we cannot learn to unsee or know." While it had been a very long time since she'd deal with a client she didn't want to be with, even those horrible moments had paled in comparison to women, children, wounded men that walked the streets of Kemet and had nowhere to go. The mention of Rehema's bad habits drew a softening of Theoris' face in less than five seconds as her inquisitive brown eyes shifted between Rehema and Prince Corvo. Rehema had what Theoris would consider traumatic anxiety, and that didn't even consider depression wrapping and winding along that same trouble. Paired with a Healer's natural instinct for pain and suffering of others, and the sheer number of unpleasant psychic scents in Kemet from slaves alone, not to mention the rest of the Blood ...

Brown eyes settled upon Prince Corvo's face again, while keeping her own emotional response to her sister's words carefully in check. It meant that he had been guarding Rehema for some time and likely longer than she had first presumed. "Thank you for keeping my sister safe," Theoris remarked while bowing her head low toward the Blood Opal Prince while sitting forward enough to do so before she reclined once more. She turned back toward Rehema. "You want to fix it? Can our passionate siblings be encouraged to hug it out or something? I could hug you for a whole year to start to heal what I have missed in your life. I do not ... blame anyone more than the other. I never did. Then, I do repair minds and hearts as best as a Jewelless Blooded woman ever could!" She said it with brilliant enthusiasm, all the love for her chosen career practically warming the room around her and none of it feigned.

"Can my people here feed you? A meal, water to drink? Coffee? Tea? Would your Prince shaped bad habit alarm let you have twenty cookies to eat?" She eyed Prince Corvo only briefly in response, even as her mannerisms slightly loosened from the formal courtesan Theoris was almost at all times.

"While you consider that and what you might want," she tapped a stack of lovingly gilded menus in the centre of the table, each one having been written by hand. There were several of them out in the common area, something above a hundred or so of them and each one was in Theoris' handwriting and artwork. None of anything within the Abbasi location was gaudy or gauche. "I wanted to know if you would be willing to hire some of my Healers. The ones that are somewhat Darker Jewelled and have the time to give to your goals. I do not like Healers to sell their bodies, however honourable that could be and some are ... unhappy with my decision." She pressed her lips together gently, pensive in nature. If one ended up hurt Theoris would have never been able to forgive herself. Which was how she had opted for the most likely scenario of her somewhat irrational responses. She kept noting over and over to herself how good it was to be able to see her sister, to see her hands move as the Healer spoke, to feel the sunlight-like nature of Rehema's Caste in the air.

"I lost a lot of people after I freed all the slaves, but good riddance to terrible rubbish. I am doing my best to avoid attracting the notice of anyone too powerful here that does not like what I have done ... I wanted to be certain you had not been harmed due to my business choices, as well." Theoris knew Rehema would want honesty, so it was what the Courtesan gave in full. Her pulse quickened at the thought of the Merchant's Council. At one time, a seat on it had been a goal for Theoris. Now, she just wanted to avoid making anyone too angry.