[DARISC]

Trebon had never been in such a situation, a situation so foreign to him that he might as well have been back in that neon-less Morrocan bazaar, the name of which had escaped him for years, as had the name of the fellow traveler he'd encountered in that mysterious lair of exotic commerce, a lean, saturnine fellow of moribund disposition with an aquiline nose not unlike that of an eagle, unsmiling and ungracious, who smirked darkly when Trebon offhandedly, but with exquisite courtesy and formality, brought to his attention that his shoe was untied.