Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

Akhtar was no man of great skill when it came to names, but he knew the face of the fellahin. Even he wasn’t so dull minded as to forget Sayf’s face. Though they had never interacted much.

A “whoopsie” on his part.

It seemed the man was busy with work, ever so much of it nowadays. Akhtar was quite glad he was a priest. It meant he could lie about and say the gods told him so if the need arose for it. Not that he would ever do that of course.

..more than once, that is.

He slipped silently into the room, clearing his throat with a little cough.

Would you mind ever so terribly giving me a few of those? I believe my store in my quarters ran out. Flash the award winning smile of the “I swear I’m not an alcoholic” type.