Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

The sound startled Sayf but he was too good at hiding his reactions by now, so it wouldn't be obvious. He paused his work to bow to the priest and offer him a warm smile. 

He wanted some of the berries for his quarters, and Sayf worried over how the fellahin had allowed him to run out. Sayf had no judgement to pass on his habits, nor did he have any room to talk. 

He gathered some onto a small piece of pelt and the used it to carry the berries over to the holy one. The fellahin set them down at his feet. My lord, please let me carry these to your quarters for you. He dipped his head in another bow. He could not let the hem do such work on his own.