These matters are only known to Aziz himself.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
- Type = Character
- Card = Aziz
Pops: None
Rites
You harbor doubts about Aziz's origin, so you plan to call him over to make things clear.
ID: 5006625
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 1 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: No
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: None
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up: None
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
These matters are only known to Aziz himself.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Perhaps he will accept some of your Convictions, perhaps not.
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
“Before becoming a slave, Aziz, what kind of person were you?” you ask.
Slowly, word by word, Aziz tells you his origins. He was raided by the Sultan's army from the western desert region when he was only ten, too young to understand; his height saved him from being chosen for the palace by the Sultan’s eunuchs, thus barely retaining his male dignity.
“I remember my father had five hundred camels, my mother was the most beautiful woman near the oasis, arms full of bracelets.”
He still speaks slowly, but his gaze shifts, seemingly looking at the moon, “When I wanted roast lamb, they let me choose from the flock. I knew which was the best meat, and I only ate the best. Sultan’s army would kill all sons of the leader, so when they came, my mother had me swap clothes with the maid’s son.”
What happened afterwards needs no further words. He ended up in the capital, and your steward chose him from the slave market. The vicissitudes of fate are truly moving. You sigh gently and look at Aziz again, feeling that this slave has somehow changed – the pride of old has seemingly returned to his body.
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Silently, you suddenly ask him if he ever thought about redeeming his freedom.
Aziz still has no expression, appearing numb, calm, or perhaps hiding something. Slowly, he answers, saying if you permit, master, he would prefer to serve you.
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