Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Jathiss (Nesjathiss Serpente) - Citizen

Avatar Name: Nesjathiss Serpente
Character Name: Jathiss, prince of the Naga

Personality: Proud, strong willed, and often very silent. He lives for his people, but otherwise is a kind creature(at least to those who treat him with respect.)

Jathiss was born deep with the waters outside of Ireem, he grew up in the Naga capital city of Ssnarok. His life was full of chaos and war, so he never truly had the chance to visit the surface world. There were times when he poked his head from the waters and many of those times he risked losing it due to a ship or a frightened sailor.

When he heard from his father that his brothers would need to prepare to travel to the surface world he jumped, excited at the opportunity to see humans...and to see surface snakes. The Naga heard of Ireem, but they also knew of the hell that existed there, many of them could not comprehend how that species lived, their constant fighting amongst their own baffled the serptine peoples of the sea.

Jathiss' first journey to the surface world and to the city startled him at what he saw, some of the humans were actually enslaving eachother! The prince was concerned for his people, and he explained his findings to his father who was also disshelved. They vowed that they would speak with the leaders of the city, namely the sultana, to negotiate a peace between them.

Jathiss' trust for the soft skinned humans is weak, he has no faith in the creatures or their capabilities. He has high hopes for the day of his negotiations, hoping create some kind of peace between the humans and his people. He believes that a lasting peace between the two will be most prosperous against any enemy either may face.

Kalt Grut - Prey/Slave

Name: Kalt Grut - Prey/Slave

Age: Nineteen Autumns

Group: Slave

Breif History: Recently pulled from the stocks and cargo hold of one of the many supply ships that visits Ireem, the female Lycan hybrid was cleaned up and was attempted to be sold as 'supply.' Her current asking price was 500 gold. Her elegant appreance was well maintained in and out of the stocks, however, it was hard to keep her within the confines of bars and shackles. Before being sold she was able to slip past a few guards and find her way into the crowds and city dwellings to hide. She is very much a slave to be acquired. A rare breed was brought to the kingdom, but will the rarity of such a beauty survive with such a hostile attitude? Or will she fall to a collar and leash? As of current, Kalt now lurks within the shadows and dark corners of Ireem, sometimes even found in the castle. Who will be the one to take claim upon her and find out how she became what she is today?

OOC Notes: Kalt isn't one to submit so willingly. Treat her like she was born from the purest of hatred. A beast. She wont be the one to kneel down so quickly and be "Yes Master." This is a slave who will need a great deal of 'forceful persuading.' She has a huge mouth on her, she'll talk back, and attempt to make you look like a fool. Don't be afraid of a little challenge!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Party next Saturday!

To the good citizens or Ireem!

In celebration of the safe return of our valued healer, Lady Kerrina, the palace invites you to a party in the event tent!

A magic carpet will be provided to transport guests to the event tent.

The Sultana herself will be in attendance, and will bestow her thanks upon those who assisted the healer in her time of need.

Due to the recent assassination attempts on the lives of palace employees, and other dire threats, rumors, and evidences, security at the event will be unusually high. You will be required to leave your weapons at the door.

The palace will make up for any inconvenience, however, by offering the best refreshments and the loveliest dancing girls for your enjoyment.

The party will be held on Saturday, from 1:30pm - 3:30 pm, SLT.

((Predators and prey may attend, but must be in disguise -- Undead must look human, and you can add "in disguise" to your tag.))

Sera (Serahjim Rajal) - Djinn

Avatar Name: Serahjim Rajal
KoS Name: Known only as Sera or "The Shadow of the Sands"

Age: Unknown

Group: Djinn.

Personality/Traits: He is a quiet, calculating indvidual. To him everything has its price, and he's willing to exploit that always. He shows no loyalty to anyone or to any thing, in his eyes loyalty leads to betrayal.

Born in distant lands, Sera never knew much of his origins. He did; however; know that from a very young age he was different. He didn't understand why ?
until he stepped from the freedoms of his oasis of a home into the burning desert know as the Saleshi, it was here that he was discovered by a band of ?
guards. When asked where he came from, he led them back, not knowing that humans here loathed his kin. It wasn't two days later that he woke to his mother ?
attempting to hide him. Her commands not to move scared the charcoal skinned youth, but he obliged silently. Sera watched as his people were slaughtered by ?
xenophobic mortals who didn't care to understand many of the Djinn. As Sera watched his family die he saw something else; he saw one of his own with ? he thought a friend of his family, being paid by their leader. Originally the youth thought it was his fault that his people were killed so ?
mercilessly, but seeing one he considered a brother so willingly taking money from such a disgusting creature he knew otherwise.

Sera survived that horrid night as did many others of his kind. They rebuilt, creating barriers to keep the mortals from entering their home uninvited ever ?
again. He grew up with a hatred for the kingdom a hatred that burned so strong it allowed him to assassinate several prominent faces and hurt trade. He and ?
his people became the embodiment of everything the mortals feared they would be, they became the wrath of the Djinn that had been so mercilessly slain all ?
those years ago...most of whom weren't full blooded. It was this slaughter that led to awakening of a force beyond both of their powers. A demonic entity ?
that required them to seek the mortals' assistance.

Then they were betrayed again...The mortals aided them in the destruction of this beast, a beast that left Sera scarred and beaten. It was right after the ?
defeat that they marched into the Djinn home that they were welcomed to by Sera and his brothers to plan their attack. His entire people were slaughtered, ?
he survived only because they thought him to be dead as well. The anger became something beyond his control, it consumed him. He sought out the home of the ?
mortals, entering through the main gates and killing all in his wake. This hatred that burned within him was far beyond anything he had ever ? gave him so much power. He had made it to the main gates of the palace with no problems, when he entered the king was waiting for him.

The man made him an offer, trying to buy his loyalty with pieces of gold and promises of glory. He to was cut down in the rage of this young Djinn. When it ?
was done he called the very sands to consume the city, leaving nothing but blood and memories in his wake. He turned his back on that world, seeing the ?
potential in what the sultan of the kingdom had offered. Mortals put a price on everything...even on lives. He would exploit this to its fullest, becoming ?
the thing that he had hated the most only moments ago. It was a strange change in mindsets, especially to happen so swiftly. He did not question it, though, ?
instead he decided that it would be best if he simply ignored that and stepped beyond, ready to embrace this new fate. He journeyed far and wide, finding ?
places like Europe and China. Many found his dress strange, but none questioned his eyes or his skin...most knew him as nothing more than a magic entity ?
offering his aid. They all paid well in the end, and many times he was offered a better fee by the other side. He would gladly take it and betray his ?
original cause. To him, his loyalty was only to his dead kin, they were it was for sale.

It was in these travels that he somehow stumbled into the city of Ireem, a strange sensation pulling him toward the skies. The oddest thing was not the ?
pull, but the dress of the folk in the city. They reminded him of another he thought he had forgotten. It took him days to kill the uneasy ?
feeling that he was back where he had started...and that somehow the city he destroyed had survived. When he did, though, he knew that he had nothing to ?
worry about. These people weren't the same xenophobes, they seemed to absorbed in the happenings of their city to even notice him...but one did. He bumped ?
into a man late one night as left a lodge seeking drinks, the man seemed to want to find him. He even referred to him by his full name, something he hadn't ?
heard in ages. He was given a small gem and told that the anger he felt when he destroyed the city in the saleshi could be turned out and used as pure ?
magic. The man then left, explaining nothing more and leaving Sera uneasy.

Later that night he sat upon a mortal bed within the Inn staring at the small orb he had been handed. His curiosity drove him into memories long buried. The ?
burning cities...the cries of his brethen, the hot air from the fires combined with the suffocating odor of his brethen's carcasses, and the cold earth ?
below him that night. His eyes were tightly closed as felt a strange rush, it was as if he were there again. He could feel the heat of fires against his ?
skin, then a moment later he felt the rush of cool water against him, even after that a gust of wind, finally he felt himself land upon cold stone. When he ?
opened his eyes he was someplace new and the man stood in front of him again. "Welcome to realm of the Djinn..." the man greeted him with a smile and a ?
satchel of gold, it was then he became the Djinn of deals. He was a mercenary willing to do literally anything for the right price. He had found a new home ?
within this city, moreso within this realm. He was a shadow of his former self, and if the city wanted him then they would have to know who ask about ?
finding a shadow...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

I've got this notecard from Salena - this is RL.

Last Friday at work at about 0215 a co-worker called paramedic's...I was taken to the ER ( emergency room) where tests were done and EKG as it was thought maybe I was having a heart attack. After all tests came back negative and against the ER Doctors advise I went home and took Friday night off work.

During the weekend, I keep getting the same systoms, but I was able to relax and do some breathing exercises and the symtoms let up. But they continued thru the whole weekend, then come Monday I had a few symtoms come back again and ease up for awhile. I had a few errands to run which I did. Come about 11 a.m. RL time the systoms started in again but this time they were not letting up. This continued most of the afternoon. I did try to call the Dr's ofc answer. then finally around 3 pm RL time someone from the Dr's ofc called and said get to the ER immediately. So I got into My car and turned let at the corner and don't remember anything till I came too after, in which I'd had a heart attack, from what the police said, the car flipped and rolled bit a tree and landed on its side. Paramedics came, had to use the jaw's of life, a cutting tool to get me out of the car, got me into the ambulance and got me prepped for the ER at the hospitial, I remember being asked alot of questions, not sure what I said or how I answered. Was taken to a CT Scan to check for any internal injuries or other trauma....which they found the left side of My face was fractured in 2 places. One fracture is along the nasal passage the other is under the left eye the bone for the eye socket. Plus 14 stitches along the lines of the nose and upper lip. A stent was placed in a vein that the Doctor called the widow maker, I guess from the descriptions and what was said once it blows out your dead, he said I was lucky to be alive more so cause of the accident. My face is completely black and blue and partly swollen, My entire left breast is black ad blue and swollen, and a large area from left breast under the right and down across the ribs is entirely black and blue from the seat beat. But I'm on meds...getting better just need to relax a few more days, I'll be on hearts meds for awhile and Dr did say NO major damage from the attack was permanent to my heart.

I love all you that missed I missed all of you too...kisses
Love Salena

Drasy Denimore - Employee at The Ship Inn

Avatar Name: Drasy Denimore
KoS Name: known only as Drasyndra or Drasy for short.

Age: 26

Affiliation: Formerly prey/slave. Now an employee at The Ship Inn.

Character traits: Quick witted, sometimes too quick, speaking without thinking. Reckless or fearless, it's hard to say which. A repressed masochist, she loathes what she loves, and hides it well.

Back Story:

Hailing from the European lands of chivalry and bullshit, she was the only daughter of a bastard merchant who wished he'd had a son. Clever and profitable merchant that he was, he groomed the unwanted girl into the next best thing. A well trained trading chip to be married off.

Her childhood was a nightmare of abuse and strict discipline. Schooled in everything from etiquette, tailoring, and serving team, to managing a household, balancing business ledgers, and directing an army of servants. Her teenage years were worse still, the emotional and mental abuse, coupled with mild physical abuse, sketched into the sexual when her father insisted the slut of a daughter be able to keep her husband to be happy.

On her sixteenth birthday she was married off to a nobleman's son whom she had never met before, though her father had been in negotiations with the family for some time. When she was given away to the noble household, she thought her nightmare was over, that finally she would be rewarded for her years of suffering, and gladly did she walk to that alter -- her eyes wide shut.
Her wedding night left her with more than a broken Hymen, which her father had graciously left intact. Her honeymoon was cut short thirty six hours later when a physician was called to attend her broken and bleeding body. The weeks and months that followed were worse than anything she'd thought possible, and her new husband, made her father look like a saint in comparison.

Nine years she suffered under the sporadic tyranny of her husband, who alternately ignored her and broke her apart over those years. Twice she'd been with child, and twice she had lost that gift under the cruel hands of her 'gracious lord'. Somehow in that living nightmare, she kept her sanity locked away. Sacrificing every shred of outer self, somewhere in her childhood she'd learned to keep a part of herself tucked away from reach.
It was that small solid core of sense of self that drove her to act when the old Lord Arthad was on his death bed. Her husband, heir apparent, was moving to assume his new titular position, though he had been enjoying it's benefits for some time. Drasyndra knew her husband would reach new depths of depravity with his rise in status among peers... and indeed it was so. When she found him in their marital bed, sating himself on a serving girl, while a dead female courtier lay maimed beside them, she knew what must be done.
Though she cannot recall it, along with most of those nightmarish years, she removed his crown jewels with almost surgical precision with his own discarded belt knife. Leaving him bleeding out and screaming on the serving girl, she fled. Fled the room, the estate and the country.
She ran until she passed out, until her shoes wore off her feet, until she was a slip of nothing from lack of food. Good fortune and good sense kept her finding salvation along the road. Kind strangers who offered food, shelter, or new clothes. East, south, north, east again, she simply travelled where fate took her, so long as it was further away from 'home'. If her husband was dead, she would not be long for the noose for killing him... if he was alive, well, then she wouldn't be long for the noose if he caught her.

She had never wanted life so much as she did then, and her trip lasted months upon months before she ended up in the hot southern deserts on the rim of a salt sea. Along with her past, most of her journey was a fragmented blur she would rather not remember, her own mind betraying her, or perhaps protecting her from the worst she had suffered.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Bree (Bryselle McCallen) - Librarian

Name: Bree
(SL Name: Bryselle McCallen)

Occupation: KoS Librarian

Age: Ageless

Personality: Quiet and reserved, redeemed from a lifetime of impetuous living

I was born of a beautiful odalisque, my father from the high house of Yahya ibn Khalid, a cold and calculating Vizier. My destiny most likely to be trained in the ways of my now deceased mother except my behavior was that of a spoiled and careless girl, a personality I shared unfortunately with my mother who found in the end led her in the hands of one jealous other harem girl who poisoned her over a piece of jewelry a lover had given her. Of course even such petty treachery is not tolerated in a sultan's harem and her life was ended just as my mother's.

And so as I grew I became more petulant and clever which was not acceptable in the palace by any man. The Vizier finally heard word of this as he did not take kindly to my feisty behavior sending me to be done away with. I was taken by force and led to the river to be weighted and flung into its depths but in a last moment of thought the men decided to sell me to a slave caravan and fake my death. I had hardly regained my breath from what i thought my demise than to be held captive by two inept men who smelled of camels and dung. I awaited my chances and had the fortune of slipping away as the slavers became inebriated leaving me to calculate my escape. Wandering at times as a boy to evade being captured I learned many fine arts such as thievery, pick pocketing, gambling and lying with the subtleness of any true innocent.

I wandered with caravan to caravan as a boy for the most part, staying in barns and seedy inns, sleeping anywhere i could find shelter. My life was becoming a series of days just trying to exist until I came upon Ireem. I did not consciously arrive mind you, but awoke there, after a badly cooked meal and possibly tainted mead. I found myself in the desert not far from the rising towers of the palace, but before I could even crawl my way there I was terrorized by predators. Having the nature of a fox I was able to slink out of any bindings..and slip away until I finally found myself in the city. There I was mesmerized by all the activities, the food, the laughter, the abundance of wealth where I made good with my skills pilfering food when needed and slipping off with beautiful silks and baubles as I was able. A slaver befriended me and helped me with coin and introduced me to the aged librarian.

It was this elderly man, the librarian, who taught this bedraggled soul to read and behave as a woman of station, though deep in my soul I do not think the desert will ever leave my bones. He soon allowed me a job at the ancient library and then as he passed away it was placed in my hands to care for. It is better than living in the squalor of barns and sleeping on dirty floors and so I have him to thank for that. But, it has changed me in ways that I have found enlightening and yet troublesome. Trusting anyone has never been and is now not easy. I speak little and watch more closely. I find the factions in Ireem full of unvented aggression and knowing all that enter here will never leave and those that do?..Well my dear reader I have no answer about that, but if I do you will be the first to know....

All I know is I am here. I am citizen and I am faithful to the Sultana and this city for saving me from derelict life.

Camping in Stores at Ireem?

It has been brought up my attention that some players are "camping" in stores. When a store has a owner, the owner set the rules as well as the hiring of personnel. If you wish to work for that store, you should contact the shop owner to use their paying balls. And besides that, you should respect their "status" as shop owner. If not, the prison could be your next place for "camping" :)

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Elder Lubitsch - Citizen/ Hospitality Generalist

NAME: Elder Lubitsch

AGE: Every gray hair has been well-earned, but not falling out

STATUS/OCCUPATION: Citizen/ Hospitality Generalist

BIO: Elder was born in northern cold forest country of devout Christian parents. As a young boy he was placed with friars who follow Brother Francis, and learned Latin, other languages, history, theology, calligraphy and other acadamic subjects as well as a stong sense of service and hospitality. However he left as a young man before becoming a priest because he could not fully commit to the vows required.
After more studies in the secular world, he became a soldier and experenced extended bloody combat in Asia (not Palestine), leaving wounded and finished with fighting.

With his military booty he continued studies to became an advocate/counsellor, and had a successful career in the service of a southern king. Much of his prior work involved helping businesses find qualified workers, and helping citizens and slaves find work or the skills needed for work. He particularly strove to liberate slaves through work. He also married and raised several children in that kingdom
When his favorite king died, Elder decided to move on, and make a change in life while not too old, but still healthy, vigorous and interested.

After exploring the options of pred, prey, citizen and other occupations, he opted not to engage in pursuit/capture or offensive fighting, and became a citizen and hospitality host/worker. He has served as bouncer, greeter and acting manager at Cafe Arabesque, and is a part-time masseur/bath attendant trianee at the nearby Hammam bath house, also encouraging cooperation and reciprocal referrals/promotions among all inns, taverns and hospitality services in the kingdom.

TRAITS, LIKES, DISLIKES: Elder is a gregarious, optimistic, friendly host and loyal friend/co-worker. He loves to jest, be surrounded with lovely ladies, and have a drink with friends. His accent/spelling is atrocious but can slow down to express more understandably. He avoids fights where possible but will defend friends to the death, and try to liberate unwillingly-captured slaves where ever possible and protect the sultana and her interests. He cannot abide by cruelty, dishonesty or malice, but is tolerant of human frailties, which he shares

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Salena Larsen - Prey/Slave

SL Name: Salena Larsen

Role: Prey/Slave

Salena was born into a family of Nobles, raised with the finest of everything and growing up refined among the rich. One dreary night, raiders and outlaws stormed her fathers lands and destroyed his castle, killing the servants not working of selling and kidnapping those that were. Her father and mother was killed in the raid, but Salena managed to slip away into the night. She was captured by slavers not long after, but she managed to get away and found some gypsys in her travels, leaning her ways but always keeping her upbringing a secret as she was in line to marry a handsome prince. After learning the hard life living with the gypsies, she separated from them, always running trying to find peace and safety. Then one day she stumbled into a desert, walking with a heavy heart as her memories drifted back of what had happened in her life as the sun beat down heavily upon her. She came upon the Kingdom in the Sands, still running from slavers and bedouins, plus others that want to enslave her, she just hopes she can continue to run and be safe. Finding a few friends among her sister slaves and some Noble Brave Knights, she can breathe safely at times. She will continue her travels with a heavy heart for those she loved.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Kahdoosch Alter - Undead/ Jester/Zombie

Name: Kahdoosch Alter

Age: Born in the mists of time

Your group/occupation/level:
Undead/ Jester/Zombie

Brief background story of your character:

Enslaved wandering minstrel, bard, poet, lover of the well turned phrase and one liner. Posessed by a powerful, uncontrollable demon as a punishment for wooing above his station. A willing sacrifice to save his Mistress in the Mage war. Now a eunuch, undead, the jester Djinn remains trapped within...

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:

Generally friendly and chatty, can't run, can't fight, got no todger, but beware the eight inch tongue; prone to japes, jests, waspish remarks, crudities,etc, when the jester is strong within.

Grizel Halberstadt - Slave

Grizel Halberstadt

While she does not like the word slave, she refuses to be considered ‘prey’.

She has taken a long route here from Scotland. Grizel was shopping for fish at the town market when she she turned a corner and was hit with something heavy. She woke up in chains in the pitch black bowels of a ship. Within a few days she was on her way to Spain and was sold with a hold full of other slaves headed for Ireem. It was a long journey, and many died. She saw and endured unspeakable things and as a result she has a hatred for slavers and can often be found insulting them and throwing rocks at their heads. She would do anything to escape a slaver.

She’s been called feisty, fiery and trouble. If you are looking for an obedient slave to call you ‘Master’ and do your bidding, catch someone else. She prides herself on being fast and tricky and has evaded capture many times.

She loves to explore the city and often her fascination with the sharks off the dock has gotten her into trouble. She missed the green of her homeland, and will sometimes talk about it. She will help out newcomers and explorers who need a friendly guide, or as much as she can before some one starts chasing her again.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Saffron Haefnir - Prey/Slave

Name (Full SL Name): Saffron Haefnir

Age (if you have any): You guess :)

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Slave

Brief background story of your character: Once the privaliged daughter of a wealthy merchant she was captured when the caravan her father was leading was attacked by maruding Bedoiun. after being taken and sold into slvery she escaped capture and now lives onwhat she can beg, "borrow" or steel as she avoids capture as best she can.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws: A minx who will love you one minute and get you in trouble the next. You'll never know what she'll bring you, from a bunch of roses or a whip. Be afraid, be very afraid, lol. Strong willed on the surface but inside very insecure of herself as her world was detroyed when she was taken into slavery.

Meagan Ling - Bath House Owner

Name: Meagan Ling

Position: Citizen / Bath House Owner

Meagan Ling grew up among a nomadic family of merchants, having no memories of her life before that. Wandering the desert, they traded goods between various towns for sustenance. Naturally curious and a little adventurous, she would often seek out landmarks they spotted in their travels. One day she was exploring one such cave, and suddenly heard a terrible din. Running back to the mouth of the cave, she found herself trapped inside by a sandstorm. Moving back into the cave for safety, she waited what seemed like an eternity for the sound to subside, eventually slipping into an uneasy slumber.

Waking up with a start, she recalled the events of the previous day and hurried to the mouth of the cave. Finding most of the landscape had changed, she took comfort that their camp was just a straight line exiting the mouth of the cave. She rushed out seeking her family's caravan, her heart beating faster as she realized that all traces of their camp had been erased. Seeing no sign of a trail, she grew increasingly fearful of her family's safety. She searched for days in the sands to no avail. Her water supply running low and and feeling alone and desparate, she saw on the horizon what was either a mirage or a city. With no other place to go, hoping that it was real, and daring to think that her family had also found solace there, she walked on toward what would be either a safe refuge or a slow and painful death.

Reaching the city by the light of the moon, and filled with relief that it was not simply a mirage, she refilled her water pouch near the entrance. Her curiosity getting the better of her as it often did, she explored outside the gates, unsure of if she had been to this place before. Following the gate's wall, she found herself in an empty gathering place with a platform next to a great arena. Walking up to the platform, she read the description and her face turned pale; this place was intended for selling slaves. Wondering if this is was the fate of her family, and seeking to avoid such a fate herself, she found a hiding place in a nearby cave for the night and waited for the city's gates to open in the morning.

Sneaking in through the gates and hiding her face under her caftan, Meagan wandered the city looking for her family. Alone, having no money, and hearing only tales of conflict and woe, she wondered what cruel fate might have met her family and might still befall her. Happening upon a bath house she looked longingly inside, the scent of the bath oils and soaps reminding her of gentler times, the sand covering her clothes and the dust caked on her skin. The kind proprietor spotted her and walked over, inviting her in and allowing her to bathe, despite bringing no money.

Thanking the owner for her kindness, Meagan confided what had happened to her family. Taking Meagan under her wing, the woman gave her a job in the bath house and helped her to find a place to stay. Feeling indebted to the woman, Meagan did her best in her work at the bath house. Eventually the owner of the bath house came to Meagan with the news that she would be moving to another city, and offered Meagan ownership of the bath house business. Amazed by the owner's generosity, Meagan gratefully accepted and vowed to herself to be as kind and generous to all as the woman had been to her.

Ever the patient listener, Meagan runs the bath house, and hopes one day to hear anything that might lead her back to her family.

* Insatiably curious, which sometimes gets her in trouble.
* Gossip hound (which can also get her in trouble)
* Loves to go out and explore!
* Tries to be helpful
* Sometimes writes about herself in the third person

Shopping: She does the shopping for the bath house
Aromatherapy: Bath & Body Works, here she comes!
Friendly chat: Esp. any little juicy tidbits she might hear during a conversation.

Violence: She will not fight, although she looks kindly on those who would defend others.
Slavery: The human trade in Ireem disgusts her.
Uncleanliness: There's a perfectly good bath house in Ireem, no excuses.

Undead: She's mortified by the thought of the dead walking around.
Sandstorms: Possibly the only survivor from her family of the sandstorm that brought her to Ireem, she's a little sensitive about the subject.