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Damnit...

The Ambassador cursed softly to himself. This accursed country was hot, much hotter than his homeland. It was dirty, and the sand got everywhere. There's nothing more irritating to a wolf than sand in your fur, especially when you're hungry. Ambassador Alimjan Dalmahad had been sent to this acursed land in order to attempt negotiating peace with its ruler, the Sultan. And by 'negotiation', his king had meant for Alim to secure surrender without the need to waste soldiers and resources on a campaign that could be won through intimidation. But, the usual tactics weren't working, and Alim was feeling the pinch...in his stomach to be precise.

"THIS FOOD IS FUCKING HORRIBLE!!" Alim exclaimed, hurling his fork across the room. The disgruntled diplomat's outburst startled the servant girl standing at the doorway, inciting a gasp from her. She looked directly at him raising her eyebrows, almost pitying the poor, hungry wolf. Alim frowned with disgust at what could only be described as old camel dung on his plate. He could only guess that this was the Sheik's way of telling him to fuck off...especially after talks had broken down earlier that day.

"Surrender or die..."

It wasn't such a smart thing to say to someone who's taking care of your eating arrangments for the next few days. But then again, he normally didn't stay this long after an ultamatum had been given, but raiders had been spotted along the trail that led back north, and Alim figured it was better to risk a few days in a somewhat neutral palace, than to risk the dangerous camel trails.

Alim made his way to the doorway, trying not to show his anger and frustration to the servant girl who still awaited him to complete his 'meal'. She once again raised her eyebrows inquisitively at the abandoned plate, and softly asked "w-will that be all my lord?" A fairly ridiculous question to ask, Alim though, but he let that one slip..."I'll turn in for the night, thank you". She turned, and motioned for him to follow, "This way please", and with that, the pair made their way down the hall.

The servant girl stopped at an isolated room in the west wing of the palace. "Here we are sir, please enjoy your evening"". Alim muttered something resembling gratitude, and entered the room. "At least I can get some sleep finally", he mumbled to himself, and took off his outer robe, revealing his rather well-built frame. The ambassador had taken care of himself, and it was evidenced by a good amount of well toned muscle and his near lack of body fat. But he had failed to notice that someone was already lounging on his bed.

Her name was Tsenaya...