[Dagon]

"Thank you kindly for your hospitality." Iames took a quick look around, his eyes settling on the food. He was quite famished after the trip and it all looked appetizing. However, rules of hospitality dictated that he maintain appearances until Ithñai left. "Very well we shall wait here for the Master Merchant. I am certain that if our talks to bear fruit your master will reward you most handsomely as well." After finishing speaking Iames strode over to a seat and settled in, crossing one leg over the other. The picture of poise and patience. If need be he'd wait days, weeks, even months to be seen by the Master Merchant.

Behind him the servants remained standing and unmoving. The only telling sign that they were humans and not just painted rocks was the occasional blink of the eyes and the measured breathing that was nearly unnoticeable, a strange mannerism Theacan courts prefer: the appearance of perfect stillness and calm.  Each one would carry the heavy cask without complain for as long as they possibly could for the honor of their patron.