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Her work was almost complete when she felt a presence. It wasn't strange for Nazli to notice other fellahin at the door, or moving around as they did their own work. It was different this time because someone came upon the store room and then stopped, to watch.

She heard a chuff and turned one batty ear, then her entire attention as she placed the last bundle of berries in to her arrangement; the eyes staring back at her were some she did not know, although they were set in a broad and handsome face, and held a serious expression as if she'd done something wrong.

The girl immediately remembered Mereo and the people there. She moved to the door and bowed her head in a little nod, keeping her eyes averted. Greetings, she murmurs to the man, not questioning why he is there - it is not her place.

Do you seek more berries? I have some just in here, but he did not smell strongly of the fermented fruits, only vaguely of honey, which told Nazli he was not one to partake.