Bajazet Party

[Sidra Zakiya <annatari@pacbell.net>]

Here is the long-awaited rendering of the Bajazet party. Bon Appetit'  ;)
BTW, it is from the perspective of Sidra Zakiya Nevt, in case it was not 
inherently obvious. ;>

DUNE III mush - Saturday, December 11, 1999, 6:30 PM
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Shirin walks in from Negara II Plaza through the Carved Gate.
Shirin nods a greeting.
Sidra curtseys graciously to the guest
Assaf bows as he sees the guest enter from the Plaza
Cho stands off more or less in the shadows of the others and merely 
watches, remaing as inconspicous as possible.
Shirin says, "Greetings, Commandant, Ambassador"
Assaf smiles, "I don't think we have the pleasure of meeting, My lady."
Shirin raises an eyebrow
Shirin says, "Oh, but of course, Sister Shirin of the Bene Gesserit, 
Commandant."
Sidra observes the ensueing conversation with a pleasant expression.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Message 
from vehicle 2904, bound for Bajazet Embassy, requesting clearance, "This 
is the Ginaz party, hereby requesting permission to join the Bajazet party."
Assaf bows again, "Lord Commandant Koppershmid, of the Bajazet. I'm 
delighted to make your acquaintance"
Cho clasps his hands together, hiding each in the sleeve of the other as he 
stands expressionlessly, calmly watching exchange.
Assaf says something into his communicator.
Shirin smiles, "A pleasure."
A Ginaz Limosine pulls in and comes to a smooth stop.
Assaf motiones towards Cho, "If Master Cho would agree, please follow him 
to the Salon, we must stay here and greet the guests next to come."
Shirin says, "The Sisterhood does tend to observe the motions of the Houses 
in the Court, so I must apologize if I appear a bit familiar"
Assaf nods at Shirin but now his eyes lie on the Ginaz Limo
Shirin appears distracted by the roses.
Cho nods to the Gesserit Sister, and ignoring all protocol for some reason 
simply says, "If you'll follow me, Madam?"
Ornia exits the Ginaz Limosine.
Srulin exits the Ginaz Limosine.
Sidra nods to Assaf, and Shirin, departing quickly, accompanied by two 
attendants
The two guards hold the carved doors open as you step through into the 
Salon. -- Bajazet Embassy
Open and airy, the private salon is a space geared towards creature 
comforts. The expanse of tiled floor is strewn with a kaleidoscope of Kilim 
carpets, soft and warm underfoot. Several ornate chairs are grouped with 
mother-of-pearl inlaid side tables, and a cluster of rainbow hued cushions, 
offering a quiet spot to unwind and chat. In the center of the salon is a 
long low ebony table, surrounded by more colorful tassel-trimmed cushions. 
Candles, several games, and a chess set are strewn casually across the 
table's surface, a gem-studded brass lantern hangs above, providing ample 
light. Hammered bronze braziers are interspersed through the various 
groupings of furniture, their glowing coals easing the sting of chilly nights.
The room has been straightened nicely. Candelabra's set into the walls, 
burn with bright candles, Large vases are filled with fragrant tulips and 
assorted flowers. Servants stand almost invisibly in every corner, 
attentive to every need. An area has been cleared of all furniture and 
covered with a large, bright carpet. The tiles are warm, which can be felt 
through the soft slippers you are offered as soon as you arrive. Several 
large silver trays adorn the table, covered in a kaliedoscope of bite sized 
sweet and spiced-meat pastries, and fresh and dried fruits. Musicians in an 
alcove play soft finger drums and baliset.
Shirin arrives.
Shirin nods, "Quite an embassy you have here, Advisor."
Cho nods in polite agreement, "It serves its purpose," he says crypticly. 
"Won't you have a seat m'lady?," he asks, gesturing to the seating area.
Sidra steps toward Shirin. "I am honored to recieve you here on this 
evening of quiet festivity." She smiles.
Shirin approaches Sidra, "My pleasure."
Sidra gives a hand signal to a servant who steps forward to take your heavy 
cloak.
Cho shrugs slightly and takes a seat himself where he can sit in quietness 
and a bit of peace before the event gets into full-swing.
Shirin gives a brief stare to the servant, "Thank you, I'll keep it."
Shirin takes a seat.
Ornia walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
Cho reaches across the table and helps himself to some dried fruit while he 
waits, watching people arrive as he munches away a bit noisily.
Sidra greets Ornia with a gracious curtsey.
Srulin walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
Sidra curtseys again for Srulin.
Shirin stands to greet the incoming Ginaz.
You say, "Welcome, and please, make yourselves at home." she indiactes the 
long low couches covered in heavy silk tapestry and large cushions everywhere.
Ornia stops at the entrance and looks at the slippers offered for a bit as 
if confused as to what they are for, but does manage to curtsey to Sidra.
Sidra smiles in mild amusement.
Srulin bows his head well, to greet those who have noticed the Ginaz's 
entry. He smiles to see the welcome. "I thank you for the welcome, 
m'Ladies." he smiles heartily and then looks to Ornia, he gestures her to 
go on forth if she wants to.
A servant walks around with a tray, carrying delicate glasses filled with 
fresh water, sparkling, and lightly fruit flavored.
Ornia still seems confused at the slippers and asks of Sidra "What are 
these offered for My Lady?"
Assaf walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
Iason walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
You say, "To make you feel more comfortable in these environs."
Cho reaches over the table again for some more dried fruit, prunes this 
time it appears. He notices the entrance of the Ginaz, and being late to 
greet them, simply ignores it.
Assaf enters the room, looking around at the status of people
Iason scans the area silently, stepping in.
Sidra smiles in greeting to Iason, as a servant offers to take his coat.
Sidra curtseys. "Good evening Ambassador, it was good of you to come."
Shirin appears to be intently engrossed with the chess set.
Assaf smiles to Iason and gestures him to get into the room and approaches 
Sidra, greeting the Ginaz.
Cho looks at Shirin in perhaps somewhat of a new light, "Do you play, 
M'Lady," he asks quietly?
Srulin nods his head to Assaf once more. "Good to see you again M'Lord. It 
was quite a welcome you gave here." He smiles a good bit.
A servant offers Iason an elegant glass of sparkling water, with a slice of 
lime.
Iason hands off his coat, bowing a bit to Sidra. "Thank you for the 
invitation, Ambassador Nevt."
Assaf nods, "It is my pleasure, My Lord. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have 
something I need to sort out."
Shirin raises an eyebrow. "I was just about to enquire, Advisor, where do 
you get such interesting toys?" she says to Cho.
Ornia just decides her heels she wears will do and smiles lightly as she 
then steps into the room fully and looks about somewhat.
Cho raises a brow in like reply, "Madam, chess is a very old game, one of 
humanity's oldest. It was originally a game or Arabian make," he says, "but 
then was introduced to India, where many improvements were made to the 
game, including granting the queen the power of movement she now enjoys." 
He pauses briefly, "I'm not sure where this particular board came from, 
however," he says.
Assaf walks over to one of the guards standing in the room, and exchanges a 
few words with him.
Ornia drifts her way to look at this odd looking board with many pieces and 
listens to the two discussing it.
The music changes to a more catchy tempo.
Shirin looks a bit amused, but quite interested, "Do tell."
Justine has arrived.
Sidra greets Justine with a warm smile.
Cho nods politely, "Indeed so, M'Lady. I had naturally assumed that the 
Bene Gesserit would be familiar with this game. Much can be gleaned of 
one's personality through the play of a series of games." he offers happily.
Assaf is still talking to the guard, that seems to be red now.
Srulin watches Ornia go to the strange board, carefully. He then looks at a 
servant and reaches a hand for one of the glasses. He takes one that has a 
yellow tint to it and then goes to a corner by himself, and leans on the 
wall there quietly, sipping on the fresh, mildly flavoured water.
Iason turns to bow to the newcomer.
Assaf doesn't notice Justine
Shirin says, "Quite insightful, Advisor. Shall we?"
Justine slowly enters the Salon with a Bajazet slave and blinks in surprise 
at the number of people here. She frowns heavily and her darkened eyes seem 
even sadder as she looks about the people. Her eyes fall on Sidra and she 
offers a half nod to her and then turns to the slave and says, "I simply 
wished to speak to the Pasha Kemal. Could you please find him for me? I'll 
wait outside."
Shirin takes a seat at the ebony table, across from the board.
Ornia smiles just a bit again and still just watches the two quietly, not 
interrupting them, but definitely makes her presence near them is known
Cho nods, "Certainly," he says, "Chess is one of the finer pleasures in 
life, one of the few that I allow myself," he says, "Would you prefer 
white," he asks?
Sidra half curtseys, quickly to Justine, standing closer to her and speaks 
a few words inaudibly to others in the room.
You whisper, "He is not here tonight, Justine. I could convey a message to 
him, if it pleases you.." to Justine.
Assaf finishes his little discussion with the solider and turns to look at 
the room. He notices Srulin is standing alone and approaches him.
Justine frowns at Sidra's words and quietly asks, "Do you know when he'll 
be back? It's very important that I speak with him. It's a matter of life 
or death."
Shirin nods to the Bajazet Advisor, "I'll take Black."
Cho nods, smiling, and rotates the board to give Shirin black.
Sidra takes out her communicator and speaks a few words in Amat.
A servant makes a round of the guests, inquiring about their drinks of choice.
Assaf nods at Srulin, and picks up a Tulip that is standing in a basket on 
one of the tables, "Wonderful flower, isn't it?"
Iason gets some refreshments from a passing slave, scanning the room.
Assaf asks the servant to get him red wine. The servant nods and moves on 
to the next guest.
Srulin looks at the others, seemingly having a good time with themselves. 
He remains silent, and from time to time, he brings the glass of lightly 
tinted yellow liquid.
Ornia turns to a servant and smiles somewhat "A Vodka Martini please, 
actually make it two." she then giggles a good bit, but turns to watch the 
two at the chess board with a look that shows her interest in seeing this 
game played.
Iason bows silently to the Ginaz as well, then straightens again as his 
wine arrives.
Over your communicator's secure frequency, a man's voice says, "Message 
from vehicle 2839, bound for Bajazet Embassy, requesting clearance, "His 
Imperial Majesty coming to pay a visit on his kin""
The music takes on a haunting, though strangely not-sad mood.
Assaf listens to a message on his com, he looks at Sidra with horror and 
walks quickly out of the room
Assaf walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Sidra blinks in feigned perplexity.
Cho smiles, opening with the Queens pawn game. He reaches for some more 
fruit and waits for the fun to begin.
Shirin takes a small glass filled with green liquid from the servant and 
places it next to the board.
Sidra nods to a couple servants and they depart hurriedly in the direction, 
Assaf went in.
Justine sighs as Sidra hasn't answered her and then quietly mutters, "If 
you could just please give him the message for me, I would deeply 
appreciate it." She curtsies to Sidra and then turns to leave.
Shirin smoothes her cloak and moves a few pieces.
Sidra smiles and sips her sparkling beverage, watching the guests.
Sidra steps smoothly up alongside Justine.
You say, "Do not worry, My lady." Her smile is warm.
Ornia grows bored with the chess game and then moves forward as she sips 
from one of the two, vodka martini's she has and then stops dead in her 
tracks as she sees Justine, but then just moves the other way.
Cho smiles and takes one of Shirin's pawns, getting a glass of beer as he 
waits for a reply.
Justine looks sideways to Sidra, still frowning and says, "I wish it were 
that simple, but time is running short. Good evening, My Lady and I am 
sorry for intruding on your party."
Shirin raises an eyebrow.
Servants bustle around, bringing a large beautiful dark hardwood antique 
chair with crimson velvet cushions into the room.
Iason bows as Justine starts departing.
Another servant hurries in and restocks the wet bar with bottles of 
extremely well aged brandy, the best wine, and various other liqueurs.
Justine notices Iason bowing out of the corner of her eyes and turns to 
him, giving a slight curtsey, "My Lord." Her expression is sad and empty as 
she moves out of the Salon.
Sidra places her hand on Justine's shoulder in a reassuring gesture as she 
departs.
Shirin moves pieces on the chessboard with some deftness.
Cho snatches up a few more pawns as he exchanges Knights with Shirin. Her 
side of the board begins to look a bit sparse, making him wonder what sort 
of trap the woman may be planning.
Justine walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Ornia moves now slowly towards Iason and sips from her martini some more.
A violinist and a Cellist, join the musician ensemble.
Ornia drifts on by Iason and now seems to be searching to room lightly for 
someone as she finishes the first martini.
Srulin sips the last of his water and then begins to walk out from the 
shadows. As a sereant passes by, he gives his empty glass to her. He then 
looks around some more to see what he can do or who he can talk to.
A couple Bajazet courtiers begin a partnered dance.
Sidra seems to be waiting, somewhat pensively. She takes a small glass of 
brandy from a servant.
Iason watches Sidra silently, noting the change in mannerisms.
Ornia moves towards a corner when she does not see who she was looking for 
now and just finds a place to sit alone and sips on the second martini.
Shirin starts a light banter with the Bajazet Advisor over the game, "Your 
personality detector tells you what?"
Shirin takes a small sip from her glass of green liquid.
Cho seems to be rather happy with the situation at this point, smiling, 
"I'm not sure yet, the game isn't over."
Shirin raises an eyebrow as she puts her glass down, "It's an over thing, 
now, is it?"
Cho looks at Shirin, "Well, I am a cautious person, and I hesitate to make 
comments on an unknown situation, m'lady."
Shirin moves Black pieces on the chess board in a random fashion, more 
interestered in the Advisor's reactions than her peices, which are rapidly 
being removed from the board.
A woman, dressed in the old Turkish/Arabic style, with robes and a veil 
that hide her distinguishing characteristics, moves silently out of a 
doorway and into the musicians' alcove.
Srulin walks up to the chess game and watches the two occupants getting 
ready to have a game of chess.
Sidra smiles at all the interest in Chess.
Ornia glances for a long while at the veiled woman and just eyes her in 
wonder as to what she is here for.
Cho snags a free knight and can't help smiling just a bit. He hides the 
act, by pretending to stifle a polite cough with his hand, then sips some 
more beer.
Shirin's black pieces continue to disappear.
Cho looks around at all the people and activity while munching somewhat 
noisily on some dried apple.
Cho says, "Check, m'lady."
Shirin hmmms.
Assaf walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
Jeon walks in from Hall of Sultans through the Carved Doors.
Iason turns, then bows VERY deeply as the Emperor steps in.
Shirin stands up as the Emperor walks in the door.
Assaf grins at Sidra as he enters before Justine and Jeon.
Justine enters the room behind Jeon, not looking very happy about having to 
return but forcing a smile on her face to make it seem like she's thrilled 
to be here as the Emperor's escort.
Shirin whispers to Cho.
Cho wonders why Shirin is standing up, then looks and sees the Emperor 
arrive. Postponing his plans to finish off the game, he rises and bows to 
the waist in respectful greeting.
Ornia just finishes off her second martini and hands the glass off to a 
servent and now just stays where she is seated off to one side of the room 
rather alone, but not seeming to mind
Assaf says loudly, "May I present, His Majesty, Padishah Emperor of the 
Known Universe, Jeon the XIV."
Ornia looks up suddenly and gasps and stands up and bows her head 
respectivly to Jeon.
Jeon Blushes and bows to his kin, his friends, the Bajazets. He stands up 
and turns to present Lady Justine on his Imperial Arm. Then he turns to 
Assaf, "No finer announcement could an Emperor hope to have."
Iason manages to hold his bow, keeping in the wince at the removal of half 
of Jeon's title.
Srulin stands up straight as he hears the invitation of the Emperor's 
coming. He gets himself ready to give out a respectful bow.
Sidra curtseys deeply
Shirin blinks slowly, standing quietly, as the nobles pay their respects.
Assaf bows, "You are gracious, Your Majesty."
Ornia curtsies once and then moves to settle back down where she was 
sitting and crosses her legs before closing her eyes.
Srulin bows to the Emperor curteously.
Justine gives a very quick and half curtsey to everyone then slowly 
attempts to slide her hand off Jeon's arm, hoping to be able to slip away 
without him really noticing.
The musicians play a beautifully orchestrated rendition of the Imperial 
Anthem, with Middle Eastern musical overtones.
Cho nods to Shirin, "Checkmate, m'lady," he says almost regretfully.
Jeon looks at Justine and seems quite aware of what is going on around him. 
He smiles at the crowd and says, "Have I had the opportunity to meet 
everyone? Oh, that reminds, those who are still stooped in a bow, please 
rise." He flashes off a wink and grin.
Assaf steps out of the way, letting Jeon and Justine to enter without 
interference to the room, he walks and stands besides Sidra.
Srulin rises himself upon the demand of the great man known as Jeon.
Sidra turns her head and smiles calmly at Assaf.
Justine's eyes quickly lower and she moves back to her position next to 
Jeon as she's caught. Her eyes move quickly about the room, not really 
settling on anyone.
Iason straightens, as the Emperor commands.
Assaf signals the musicians that return to their regular tune.
The servants return their stride around the room, asking if anybody needs 
anything.
Ornia pauses a servant and requests another hard liqueur drink, but does 
not move from where she is seated.
Shirin whispers to Cho.
Jeon pats Justine's hand and says to her, "We will discuss your melancholia 
at a later date. For now, I insist you have a good time in tandem with me. 
Let me know how, short of leaving, I can help you to have that good time." 
He turns and says, "So, where do you want me to sit where I'll be out of 
the way and won't trip people up?" he chuckles.
Iason sips at his wineglass, scanning the small crowd.
Shirin takes her glass of dark green liquid and moves silently away from 
the center of the room.
The musicians play a soft tune, the tabla drum making intricate percussion 
and the stringed instruments play a smoothly lilting accompaniment.
Justine catches sight of Ornia and her order. She sighs and shakes her head 
sadly but then looks to Jeon when he addresses her. Her head shakes again 
and she replies, "There isn't anything to discuss, Your Majesty. I shall be 
fine but I thank you for your concern."
Srulin looks to Justine but doesn't show any emotion to her at all. He 
keeps his eyes on her for a brief few seconds before placing his eyes to 
his sister who looks to be enjoying her drinking. He shakes his head at her 
with a slight chuckle. As another servant passes him, he takes a glass of 
fresh water from her.
Assaf smiles softly, "Wherever Your Majesty wishes will be fine."
Srulin bows to the servant to thank her.
Sidra steps forward indicating a seat of honor for Emperor Jeon. A very 
antique large heavy wood chair with shimmering red velvet cushions sits in 
a convenient position to the open dance area.
Ornia finally smiles as she gets her drink and then thanks the servant and 
even whispers to her before sipping on the drink lightly, she does not even 
look at Justine this time around and just seems to keep to herself.
Jeon bows to Sidra and walks over to the chair. He gestures for Justine to 
join him. He seems very excited and in a tremendously good mood. He sits 
down in what passes for relaxed for him, back erect, legs uncrosses, hands 
on his knees. He looks around eagerly.
A servant brings a chair and places it next to Jeon, so Justine could sit.
Justine nods a little to Jeon and follows him like a trained dog. She sits 
by his chair and sighs as she looks about the room again. She sees Srulin 
looking to her and offers him a saddened smile before turning to Jeon, 
saying, "You should speak to Lady Corrino about taking the Young Prince 
out. He's too young to be exposed to the harshness of the climate just yet."
Assaf walks over to Ornia, respecting her wish for him to talk to her once 
he has a free moment.
Ornia looks up from where she is seated mostly to herself and then smiles 
at assaf slightly.
Srulin takes a sip of his water, enjoying just being by himself, watching 
everybody doing their activities.
Assaf nods at Ornia, "You wished to speak to me, My Lady?"
A woman dressed in old style Turk/Arab dress, obscuring robes and a veil, 
sits cross-legged on a cushion in the musicians' alcove. She begins to sing 
in a voice as smooth as syrup, a winding tune, with words that speak of an 
old story of love and long journeys.
Jeon leans back in his chair and enjoys the sound of the music for himself. 
He sways a little with the music, oblivious to what any one else might think.
Ornia smiles slightly "Well I guess so, care to sit next to me?" to any who 
look closely enough Ornia's most recent stunt in the bull fights had 
wounded her arm and the wounds looks to have been recently re-injured.
Assaf sits next to Ornia, now facing the rest of room.
Cho replaces the pieces of the chess-board on their original starting 
positions with an almost laughable reverence, "And now the world is as it 
should be, once again," he mutters in a low voice.
Ornia lightly grabs at Assaf's hand only after setting down her drink and 
smiles as she speaks softly "I just wanted to see you again and let you 
know..." she blushes a good bit now "That you are an attractive man."
Jeon opens his eyes and smiles at Justine. He says to her, "I'll talk to 
her. Now, I want you to know how happy I am you've come to stay with us at 
the palace. It warms my heart to know Ceile has such a loving and dear 
friend to her."
Assaf blushes and smirks, unsure what's happening right now, "Thank you, My 
lady."
Sidra steps over to Assaf, giving him an arched brow look. Her eyes dart 
over to the dance floor.
Ornia swallows some and turns her head a bit, as she catches some words of 
what Jeon says, and then looks downward, a bit upset but instead looks 
right back at Assaf and moves closer to him "Please Lord Kuppershmid would 
you honor me with a dance?"
Assaf looks at Sidra, then at Ornia, back to Sidra and then at Ornia, "I am 
truly sorry but I have promised the first dance to Lady Nevt."
Ornia lets go of Assaf and nods, before picking up her drink again and then 
swallowing down about half of it.
Sidra's arms are crossed and she drumms her fingers impatiently, though her 
eyes betray amusement.
Srulin sighs a little as he walks toward the table where the Emperor is 
currently sitting. As he reaches there, he bows to him respectfully. "I'm 
sorry for any interruption, your majesty, but is it possible I may join 
you?" He feels unsure if he actually wants to or not.
Cho washes down the remaining bit of dried apple with the rest of his beer, 
then refills his glass and takes a seat on a cushion a bit farther from the 
center of activity.
Jeon smiles brightly, "Join me? Lord Lear I'd be delighted! Please pull up 
a chair and let's enjoy things together. Things not to fast for a young man 
such as yourself, hmm?"
Assaf gets up from the table and approaches Sidra, "Maybe I have this dance 
with you? Lady Nevt?"
Sidra nods gracious assent and offers her hand to Assaf.
Ornia just watches Assaf for a bit and then finishes off her glass and 
crosses her arms now and seems to brush off any who even move near her
Assaf takes Sidra's hand and leads her to the dance floor, he cue's the 
musicians and a Waltz is played. He gives her a stylish bow.
Cho looks around the room to see what Shirin is up to and watches in a 
surreptitious manner.
Sidra moves gracefully from a curtsey to the first steps, grasping Assaf's 
hand and placing her other on his shoulder.
Iason finishes his wine quickly, expression poker-faced as always as he 
checks his thumbwatch.
Shirin stands quietly in a corner, appearing to be lost in thought, 
oblivious to the 'festivities'.
A beautiful young lady, steps up to Iason, giving him an inviting look and 
indicates the dance floor, with a minute gesture of her arm.
Assaf places his hand on Sidra's shoulder, their hands already clasped. He 
starts to lead the dance, smiling at Sidra and at the Room.
A servant makes a circuit of the room with a plate of savory spiced meat 
hors deuvres, and glasses of the finest Bajazet wine.
Jeon smiles as he watches everyone enjoying themselves. He takes some hors 
doeuvres and some wine. He toasts the room silently and savours them.
Srulin grins a little as he is surprised to see the Emperor allowing his 
presence. He utters, "Thanks, your majesty," with a smile. He then looks to 
the opposite table and takes hold of an empty seat. He places directly 
across from Justine, but does not particularly notice that himself. "Well, 
he replies to Jeon, "Everything is doing...well...fine, lately." He makes a 
sharp grin at the Emperor.
Assaf whispers, "Thank you for saving me, there, Lady Nevt."
Iason bows a bit again, then murmurs something to a servant.
Sidra swirls gracefully as Assaf dips her.
Jeon chuckles softly and takes another drink. He then looks at Srulin, 
"Have some of the wine, House Bajazet knows how to wine and dine a guy." He 
turns to the Bajazet delegates and says, "You guys sure know how to please 
an emperor."
All the Bajazet servants within hearing of Jeon, beam with pride and word 
spreads among them.
The Lady gives up trying to get Iason to dance, and moves a little ways 
away, trying not to appear dejected.
Ornia remains seated, with her arms crossed, but does keep looking in the 
direction of the exit.
Iason turns to bow to the Lady, then says softly, "I fear that business 
calls me back to the Embassy, else I would have taken you up on your offer, 
my Lady." he says to her, somewhat apologetically.
Jeon turns to Ornia and smiles, "Lady Ornia Lear?"
Srulin nods his head but doesn't seem to really have interest in drinking 
for he is a type who doesn't drink it at all. "If you insist, your 
majesty," he speaks with a voice of confidence. "I'll be happy to have wine 
with you, even though I have not had a taste of it yet."
Shirin raises an eyebrow.
Cho smiles and turns to the Emperor, "This humble one is most pleased to 
hear that the festivities meet with your approval, your majesty," he says 
quietly, not quite sure how to respond to the Emperor of the known universe.
Sidra cue's the musicians to play a faster song, and looks pleased as Assaf 
leads impeccably.
Iason straightens again after giving the Lady an apologetic smile, then 
bows again to the Emperor. "I fear, your most Sublime Majesty, that I must 
quit your company for CHOAM business. May you and your heirs live long and 
prosper."
Ornia looks towards the Emperor and seems to place a smile on her face and 
stands at hearing him and walks slowly towards him. She then asks as she 
gets near "Your Majusity?"
The lady looks after Iason, vaguely forlorn.
Jeon smiles at Iason and says, "May the business go well for you." He waves 
and turns to Lady Ornia. He gives her a bright smile and says, "How are 
you, Lady Lear? I haven't had much of a chance to speak to you in a long 
while."
Iason takes the Lady's hand after a few quick steps to bow over, then 
silently stands and turns to depart.
Iason walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Ornia glances sidelong towards Justine, but then answered a bit quietly 
"Your Majusity to be honest I have been better and have had much bad news 
recently." she does sighs just a bit "I have heard that your majusity is a 
proude father noow?"
Justine is sitting quietly in her chair, next to Jeon, with her head 
lowered to her lap. She glances up to Srulin with glossy, sad eyes and then 
shifts them to Ornia. She also appears to give a silent apology before 
lowering her head again.
Assaf does the finishing steps at the music comes to an end. He takes a 
step back and bows at Sidra, "Thank you for the honour, Dear Lady Nevt... 
You are a great dancer."
A servant offers a brandy glass to Justine.
Justine's head shakes slightly and she waves her hand to the server, 
sending him away.
Sidra nods in thanks for the compliment, and steps off the dance floor, 
apparently a little breathless.
Jeon blinks and looks amused. "You've had much bad news? And apparently 
it's that I'm a father? Think you that I am so unfit?" He winks.
The musicians grow silent.
Justine quietly mutters, "She's referring to the death of her mother."
Assaf walks over to one of the servants and takes a glass of Red Wine. He 
then approaches the Emperor's table, listening in on the conversation from 
a bit far.
Srulin takes a sip of the fresh water in his glass. He looks over to the 
Emperor but says nothing then notices Justine sitting beside him from the 
corner of his eye. He smirks wryly, which doesn't mean that he is not happy 
nor is he sad. Just no particular emotion.
Jeon looks at Justine and goes bright red, "Oh, great. Now I look like a 
fucking asshole." He looks at Ornia, "Lady lear, I promise you Lady Corrino 
will smack me upside the head for you and insist I sleep on a sofa." he 
gives her a thumbs up.
Ornia seems to step back suddenly and swallows hard. "No, no, your Majesty, 
I had just recenlty learned of the death of my mother." she sighs "Your 
haveing a child and heir is but a good thing." she smiles "I had but spoke 
with Lady Aguilira recently and offferedd her sincere congradualtiosn on 
this occasin."
Srulin turns his head to look at those who are dancing on the floor. He 
smiles sadly at them and continues to blink onto them.
Jeon slaps his hands together and says, "And in that regard, Lady Lear, we 
should have the musicians play a special song in memory of your mother, and 
celebrating the new life."
The small dance floor is unobtrusively cleared of dancing courtiers, by the 
servant in charge. On cue, the lights dim. A human form wrapped in layers 
of sheer fabrics, each a delicately woven article of embroidered silk, with 
threads of gleaming precious metals and tiny twinkling gems, moves onto the 
carpeted floor. Very feminine eyes peer out at you from within the silk 
wrappings. They are dramatically painted with dark kohl and shimmering gold 
powder, with tiny gems lining her large eyelids. When she moves, it as if 
she floats effortlessly across the floor, hovering inches above it.
Assaf looks at the dance floor, applauding a little and smiling to Sidra, 
he didn't know she arranged for the dancer.
Hasan walks in from Tulip Court through the Arched Doors.
Ornia blinks and just sighs lightly "Please it is not really nessary." she 
swallows again, but now looks to Srulin as if trying to find a way to bow 
out politely.
The mysterious lady swings a serpentine arm from where it had been hidden 
beneath the veils, which enfold her. Upon her upper arm is wrapped a golden 
snake, whose eyes of ruby gems twinkle in the light.
Cho drains the last of his beer and places the mug along with other used 
ones a servant is gathering, nodding to the server as he does so, voicing a 
simple thanks. Weaving his way in between the crowd, he departs relatively 
unnoticed.
Justine sits next to Jeon with her head lowered to look down in her lap.
Hasan enters the Salon, fuming. He looks quote taken aback to see all the 
people.
Sidra espies Hasan, and edges toward him.
Hasan, hair a mess, wearing his campaign uniform, quite eloquently says, "Er.."
Srulin stares out into the dance floor seeming that he is blocking everyone 
from getting their voice to be heard to him.
The musicians pause, allowing the music to fall into a lulling drone.
Hasan scans the crowd, picks out the familiar face of Sidra moving towards 
him and follows his first astute comment up with, "I. Uh?"
Sidra moves close enough to Hasan, to grab his arm and steer him into the 
alcove of a doorway. They exchange a few brief words.
Hasan whirls around and streaks off towards the baths. He nods to a servant 
to come with him.
Assaf walks over to the doors leading to the tulip court, waiting there.
Justine glances to Ornia and smiles sadly to her before speaking in a very 
quiet tone, "Good evening, Ornia. My apologies for not speaking with you 
earlier but /someone/..." She looks to Jeon with a small smile and then 
back to Ornia, "Insisted that I be an escort."
Jeon gives Justine a little smile and says, "Did I already say thank you 
for staying with us at the Palace, Lady Justine?"
The tabla player strikes a dramatic dance intro.
The mysterious lady swings a serpentine arm from where it had been hidden 
beneath the veils, which enfold her. Upon her upper arm is wrapped a golden 
snake, whose eyes of ruby gems twinkle in the light.
Justine nods to Jeon and says, "Yes, your Majesty, you have and as always, 
I am forever grateful for your generosity and kindness."
The Musicians play a eerie, spine tingling tune, which the dancer moves to.
Ornia glances over towards Justine for a bit, "Lady Garmond, I had not 
noticed your arrival until you came in with the Emperor." she then sighs a 
bit looks back to where she had been seated but instead moves to pulls a 
chair near by surlin as to not be rude to the Emperor.
Jeon smiles brightly and watches the dancer move and sway.
The dancer's long slender fingers end in long manicured nails, laquered 
gold, which accent their delicate poise as she moves. She holds one corner 
of veil in her fingertips and unwraps it from around herself as her arm 
sweeps in its arc.
Justine sighs as her eyes begin to wander the room, she mutters quietly, 
"But not enough to save me, unfortunately." Her head shakes a bit when she 
hears Ornia and then looks to her with a quirked brow, "Lady Garamond?" She 
frowns heavily and says, "I see." Her eyes gloss over once more and then 
she stands and softly says, "If you'll excuse me...."
Srulin blinks a few times coming into reality after mendling with his 
thoughts. He turns his head to look at Ornia. "Glad to see that you are 
back. Not drinking enough?" He smirks a little amusingly.
Hasan walks in from Tulip Court through the Arched Doors.
Jeon stands up as Justine does, "Justine, would you like me to take you home?"
Srulin scans the woman who sat next to Jeon. He notices that she is 
excusing herself.
Hasan rolls into the room. He is completely changed, wearing a pressed 
formal uniform, a bright beaming smile, and some kind of goop in his hair. 
He looks for all the world, like he was planning to attend this party for 
weeks.
Ornia looks at Justine and sighs a good bit her eyes almost pleading 
Justine to not leave.
Justine's head shakes, her voice low and quiet as she says to Jeon, "No, 
Your Majesty. I don't want to take you away from the celebration. I'm 
sorry, but I have to go." She looks to Jeon with tears rimming her eyes and 
whispers, "I'm so sorry." She turns and quickly moves towards the way out.
Hasan greets various people as he works his way around the room. "Thank 
you, Lord. Thanks for coming out." He winks at someone else, "Glad you 
could make it." Slowly, he works his way to the couches where the more 
important nobility are milling around. Suddenly, he notices Justine and 
stops, dead still.
A young lady moves across the room with determination, towards Hasan, 
possibly with the intent of asking him to dance. She stops dead in her 
tracks as she sees Hasan's reaction to Justine. She turns away and mills 
into the crowd.
Hasan says, "Ramalleh?" He speaks as if there is no one else in the Emabssy 
but them. "You're leaving?"
You sense: Shirin appears silently at your side and says, "thank you so 
much for hosting this gathering, it's been quite interesting."
The music picks up in tempo, the dancer's body ripples in an undulation 
beneath the silk wrappings. The other arm appears and sweeps the delicate 
silken fabric from around her body. it reveals more layers in contrast to 
the external ones. One hand releases its grip, she continues spinning, the 
veil follows, rippling in the air, forming a spinning circle horizontally 
around her as she straightens.
Jeon stands up anyway, and holds the hilt of his sword. He walks besides 
Justine, more as a Sardaukar than as Emperor. His face is set and 
unreadable. He nods to one and all, "Pardon me?"
Ornia shakes her head now a good bit and just looks about for a drink to 
have. Her face showing a great deal of sadness now.
Shirin senses, "Sidra barely turns her head but speaks softly to you, "I am 
so glad you say so. I am pleased to have one of your number visit our embassy."
Hasan, his focus of vision widening, sees Jeon and pops off a quick formal 
bow. "Your Majesty." But his eyes are still on Justine.
Justine stops when she hears Hasan call out her special name. She turns to 
him and looks to him with wet eyes, "Hasan....I...I've been looking for you."
The music is accented by a dramatic drumbeat and the dancer releases the 
fabric. A breeze blows as if by cue, and the veil floats as if posessed by 
a spirit, to the side of the dance area, where it collapses delicately to 
the floor.
You sense: Shirin says "Our pleasure" and nods her farewell as she slowly 
starts moving towards the exit.
Assaf smiles as he sees that the point of attention is not on the dancer 
but on Hasan and Justine.
Sidra appears puzzled for no apparent reason.
Hasan hurries over to the Imperial Ward and her very Imperial escort. His 
voice drops a level or two as he speaks to them.
Justine looks over her shoulder to Jeon with a sad, empty smile and says, 
"Your Majesty, everything is okay now. Hasan is here....he'll save me." She 
looks back to Hasan with hope and asks, "Won't you?"
Hasan mutters to Justine, "... there was..."
Ornia takes the first thing of liqueur and then drinks it heavily and 
stands up now and looks to her brother "I think I will make my way back to 
the Embassy." she sighs "I fear I have upset enough people this night."
Srulin quirks an eyebrow, as he no longer knows what actually is going on. 
He shakes his head sadly and turns his head to Ornia. "Sister, I believe we 
should get going." He sighs a little.
Shirin moves slowly to the door, on the periphery of things, leaving her 
mostly full glass of dark green liquid with a passing servant and loiters 
near the exit, an eyebrow raised.
Hasan mutters to Justine, "What... matter,..."
Justine's head shakes to Hasan, "I didn't either, I came looking for you."
A Bajazet servant in charge of guests, retrieves Ornia's coat.
Jeon just stands there looking ... well, like a Sardaukar standing around 
near Justine.
Hasan mutters to Justine, "... let's... falafel stand.""
Assaf walks over to Hasan, Justine and Jeon, standing a step or two behind 
them.
Ornia moves as quickly as one can towards the exit when that person is 
obviously tipsy and in steletto heels, she actually stumbles a bit before 
she grabs her coat not waiting much for Srulin at all.
The dancer continues as the musicians play on.
Jeon coughs at Hasan and his face darkens.
Justine looks up at Hasan with hope and tears as she quietly says, "You 
won't turn me away, will you?"
Srulin stands up from his seat. He looks directly and is about ready to 
leave but then he gets instantly fixated in the Hasan/Justine/Jeon situation.
Hasan turns back to Jeon, and bows again. He looks back at Justine. "Turn 
you aw--?" He mutters something to Justine and the Emperor.
Hasan mutters to Justine, "... longer... the Palace?"
Ornia pauses at the exit and looks one last time at Justine and just 
mutters to her self.
Shirin appears intently examining the veneer of the doors leading towards 
the Hall of Sultans.
"I'm not the one who turned her away!" bellows the Emperor, "Now, perhaps 
you can all embarrass me some other time?"
The drums begin to take prominence within the music. The dancer's movements 
become less fluid, gaining sharpness, following the rythem as she removes 
the corner of yet another veil. Her hips accent the strong beats, moving in 
time with the rythem, shrouded in the ambiguity of veils.
Ornia mutters to herself, "... am so... I... you... me."
Justine nods to Hasan, everyone around her seems phased out, as she's 
desperate and scared, "Yes, of course I am. It's just...." She winces at 
Jeon and turns back to him with a heavy frown and lowers her head, taking a 
step away from Hasan.
Hasan turns white as a sheet. He licks his dry lips and looks around for 
some support. He speaks softly, "What by the Djinn in the Imam's 
undershorts is going on?"
Jeon hmpfs, "What's going on is that all the sadness around Lady Justine 
has given me some indigestion. Now," he turns to Justine, "Staying, going? 
Jumping up and down?"
Justine sighs heavily and then blurts out, "I must marry to be saved from 
the Judge of Change. It's the only way."
Sidra steps into the center of all the standing people. "Please.. if there 
is a disturbing personal matter, perhaps it can be settled a little less.. 
prominently."
Srulin shakes his head as soon as Justine has blurted out her most recent 
comment. He blinks as he raises his head to her and just stares within the 
crowd which he is somewhat a little distant from. He steps in a little to 
hear more.
You say, "Let us not forget that this is a celebration." she says in 
soothing tones.
Ornia steps from the room, tears now flow from her eyes as she hears what 
Justine says and shakes her head sadly.
You say, "No one seeks to Embarrass you, Your Highness."
Shirin startles a paused servant, asks for a glass of something or other, 
and turns around from watching the door to observe more directly the center 
of the room, a bemused look on her face.
Hasan takes Justine by the arm and leads her out of the room.
Ornia walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Hasan walks to the east and passes through the Arched Doors.
Jeon grits his teeth, "Does that mean you're staying? I think I'd like to 
let these Bajazets, nice people all of them, some time to recuperate."
Justine walks to the east and passes through the Arched Doors.
Two guards now block the way to the Tulip court.
Sidra steps up to Jeon. "I in no way wish such things to mar the evening's 
entertainment."
Assaf walks over to Sidra and Jeon, "I am sorry this happened... I had no 
idea."
You say, "It is perhaps best if they speak alone together. It is not a 
problem for us to meddle in right now. Please, be at ease..."
Jeon folds his arms, and stands feet apart, in the classical 
warrior/colossus stance. He shakes his head, "Bullheaded people. 
Bullheaded, worse than I am." He grins and chuckles, "Well, that's fine. 
I'll wait until I want to wait no longer and then I'll either be let out or 
I'll slice my way out."
Shirin quietly departs.
Shirin walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Sidra reaches tenaciously toward Jeon's arm, placing her hand there, and 
gently urging him toward the chairs on the edge of the dance floor.
You say, "You are no captive here, Your Majesty...but we have arranged 
entertainment especially for you."
Jeon doesn't budge. He's supposed to be as strong as ten men, especially 
when he's as bullheaded as they say. He turns to Sidra and says, "That's 
very kind of you. But I've made an ass of myself. Surely."
The gaurds let Justine pass and return to their latest position, blocking 
the enterance no more.
Justine reenters the room with a sigh but a least a little more hopeful 
then before. She moves over to everyone and offers a low, regal curtsey 
before saying, "I beg everyone's apology for my outburst and abrupt 
leaving. I did not mean to ruin everyone's evening."
Sidra squares her feet. "That is of little consequence to me, your 
Highness." Her expression is good humored, and she lets go of Jeon's arm.
Srulin sighs as he finds his seat at the table where Jeon sat at before. He 
takes the remainder of the water in the glass and gulps it down.
Jeon points at Sidra and winks. A grin actually emerges, "Yer tenacious, 
I'll grant you that. Ok, let's sit down." he marches back to the seat, but 
before he sits he declares, as Emperor, "If Lady Justine wishes to depart, 
I -will- go with her."
Justine's head shakes to Jeon and softly says, "I do not wish to cause 
anymore problems then I already have, Your Majesty and again, I apologize. 
Please, if you wish to stay then I promise to be of better company."
Sidra pivots and steps across the way, to Justine. She speaks low, but 
sternly, "Justine, please.." she reaches and takes both Justine's hands, 
"Stop apologizing. You're making too much of something that need be..as 
nothing."
Jeon shrugs and smiles, "Well, things are in your court, Lady Justine. The 
decision is yours to stay or go."
You whisper, "I'm not belittling your situation..it's just that things can 
be made to work out, if you remain calm." to Justine.
Srulin looks around him and notices that his sister has left without him. 
he grumbles to himself about that. "That's why I hate it when people drink."
Assaf walks over to Srulin and whispers something to him.
Justine nods once to Sidra, not comfortable with what's being said to her, 
but being polite about it. She nods to Jeon and says, "I will stay, Your 
Majesty." Her head turns to Srulin with a smirk, remembering that's how her 
fight with Steffan started.
And with Justine's words, he sits, and smiles benevolently, "Ok, well 
before I do any more damage, I think we had best continue where we left 
off." he smirks.
You say, "You are forgiven anything, My Lady. Please, join us and be 
distracted by the mysteries of Danse Orientale..." her look is sympathetic 
and a little hopeful, though a little resigned.
Justine removes her hands from Sidra's and then sits with Jeon, not 
commenting to Sidra.
Srulin doesn't notice Justine looking at him. He simply stirs the ice in a 
new glass of fresh water with a stir stick.
The music picks up from its former lulling twisting melody. Another veil is 
freed to twist in the currents of the dancer's arm movements. A flick of 
her arms from the elbows brings it shuddering silently above her head, 
following in an arc to the front, concealing her form. The veil shakes from 
side to side in her hands as she lowers it so her stunning eyes are visible 
above its border.
Justine rolls her eyes slightly at the dancer as she crosses her legs and 
then casually looks to the Emperor, wondering if he's enjoying it.
Sidra sits in a chair near Jeon, on the opposite side from Justine.
The dancer's eyes glance slowly and luxuriantly from one side of the room 
to the other, before they fasten upon you. She opens her eyes wider, 
arching her eyebrow flirtatiously.
Jeon is, oh yeah, and if he were more aware he'd be hoping he wasn't. Cause 
if Lady Corrino found out ...
Justine smirks at Jeon and shakes her head at him, keeping this information 
stored inside her brain for when she'll need it for ammunition later. Her 
eyes then fall upon Srulin to see his reaction to all of this.
The dancer's hands deftly wrap the veil around her head from under her 
chin, and connect it to her headdress. Her arms move in writhing snakelike 
opposition to one another. They sweep out of view, and return, grasping the 
ends of yet another veil. This one is larger than the others and she spins 
with it, giving the impression of great diaphanous wings.
She spins it above her head and around in front, and back again, releases 
it, ducks beneath its billowing curtain, and wraps herself in it, twirling 
it upon herself like a cocoon. The music slows, becoming smooth and 
languid. Her form undulates slowly from head to toe.
Jeon's attention is completely upon the dancer, his own eyes dancing.
Srulin looks out to the dance floor and then to the exit. He places his 
head in the palm of his hand and sighs a little thinking of nothing in 
particular.
Her arms push up through the cocoon of layers, hands clasped, moving like 
the head of a cobra. The veil unwinds itself in the gentle breeze. She 
turns slowly, continuing in a varied undulating movement, to the haunting 
tune that is played.
When the music has faded to a single note, which hangs in the air, she 
turns one last time and the veil falls rippling to the floor The mysterious 
dancer's form appears from the semidarkness.
Jeon licks his lips, and his right leg fidgets.
She is stunningly beautiful. Her hair tumbles from a jeweled headdress in 
soft dark curls over her shoulders. Delicate filaments of gold hang in a 
jeweled fringe which frames her face. Her eyes are large and bright, framed 
with dark lashes and brows, lined dramatically with kohl and small gems, 
and accented with gold. Her lips are painted a passionate, dark red, and 
curve dramatically. He cheekbones are high, yet her face is full and softly 
rounded. She wears a revealing, jeweled dance bra and Turkish vest. A 
clustered fringe of gold filaments accented with gems, hangs from it across 
her bare midriff, drawing the eyes from her smoothly sculpted neck and 
shoulders, to her deeply hour-glassed waist and full, well toned hips. 
These are adorned with a matching, wide, gold jeweled belt, above a 
semi-sheer skirt which almost touches the floor and is parted up one side 
to reveal a long leg, which is elegently poised. Her feet are painted with 
henna designs and she wears a jeweled snake on her ankle, that twines 
upward, matching the one on her upper arm.
The musicians allow a moment of silence.
Jeon is holding back applause and possibly even catcalls until someone else 
signals the silence to end.
Justine's brow rises at the woman, as she slowly looks her over. Her head 
shakes a bit but she barely claps, trying not to be rude by not clapping at 
all. She smirks to Jeon and quietly mutters, "No offense, your Majesty, but 
I think we should take separate vehicles home."
All the servants start applauding
Assaf nods to Srulin and returns his look at the dance floor
Sidra applauds politely, watching Jeon.
Jeon bursts into applause and loud hoots and hollers. He stands up and 
nearly claps his hands off.
Assaf claps twice and the servants start to bring out trays of oriental 
delicants
Srulin turns his attention from Assaf and scans his blue eyes over to the 
dance floor to see the woman dance. He smirks that men find this appealing. 
He just appreciates the company of women, not there to just watch. He then 
looks up to the ceiling wondering when he'll find the right one for him.
Justine's eyes roll again at the outburst of Jeon and mutters quietly with 
a smirk, "Men"
The dancer melts into the shadows of an alcove.
Assaf says loudly, "Please, enjoy the food we have brought from our Home 
World..."
There is much merriment and rejoicing.
Assaf is approached by a guard, that whispers something to his ear, he nods 
and approaches the Emperor, "Excuse me, your Majesty but I will have to 
leave your presence."
Jeon smiles and nods to Assaf, "Leave granted." he adds a wink"
Assaf nods to Sidra and bows at Justine and Srulin, he then turns quickly 
and walks to the doors leading to the Tulip court
Assaf walks to the east and passes through the Arched Doors.
Jeon is already standing. he stretches, "Damn that sure was some 
fiiiiiiiine stuff. Now, I think I need to go home and take a cold shower 
before Lady Corrino finds out."
Sidra stands.
Hasan walks in from Tulip Court through the Arched Doors.
Justine stands as well and nods to Sidra, "Yes, thank you. The food was 
excellent." She then smirks to Jeon and says, "She will not find out from 
me, unless...." she lets her words drift off, letting it be known she 
intends to blackmail Jeon if need be.
Almost everyone is standing and getting ready to leave
Srulin stands up from his seat. Obviously bored out of his mind. He covers 
his mouth as he covers a yawn. He bows his head to the Emperor. "I am 
honored to have spent this evening with you, your majesty. But I am on my 
way out now. Permission to do so?" He looks over to Justine and gives her a 
slight nod.
Hasan slowly walks back into the Salon. His steps are determined.
Srulin turns to face all company. "And I thank the Bajazets for the 
splendid evening as well." He smiles at them.
Sidra prepares to see the remaining guests to the door. Servants bring 
shoes and coats.
Hasan stops and watches the goodbye's from a distance.
Jeon shrugs. She can blackmail all she wants. He's already expecting Lady 
Corrino to be briefed as we dawdle here. He smiles brightly at Justine, 
unafraid. He turns to Sidra, Hasan et al, "Thank you for a lovely time."
Justine nods in return to Srulin but then thinks of something. She moves 
over towards him and asks, "Please...just a moment of your time? I promise 
not to take long."
Hasan returns the Emperor's bow, but returns his gaze to Justine.
You say, "You are of course most welcome." she smiles confidently "We are 
all honored that you decided to attend."
Hasan strides over towards the Vizier and the remaining guests.
Sidra nods a respectful greeting to Hasan.
Jeon states, "I'll wait for you in the car, Lady Garamond." he takes off, 
throwing a wave to all the people.
Jeon walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Hasan smiles wanly at Sidra as his passes.
Justine glances over to Hasan and gives him an awkward smile, not sure how 
to react after her display and words earlier. She looks up to Jeon and nods 
before turning to the two and curtsies, "Thank you for this evening."
Hasan offers Justine his arm, "Can I walk you out?"
Justine smiles to Hasan, it's somewhat of a sad and empty smile but at 
least she's looking better then she did earlier. Her head nods and her 
words are quiet as she answers, "I would like that, yes. Thank you."
Hasan pushes one cuff into place and crooks his arm toward Justine.
Hasan (Bajazet Battle Language): WAIT HERE WORK TONIGHT
Sidra looks about to step out of the room, as a servant stands by, waiting 
to ask her a question.
Justine hooks her hand into his arm and then waits for him to lead her out.
Hasan walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
Sidra nods to the servant.
Justine walks to the north and passes through the Carved Doors.
You say, "farewell, Lady Garamond."

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