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Vasani Mubdia	The clamour of work rings out, just outside of the vast drug fields, in unspoiled land near the bounds of Great Forks. A rough cobbled road, recently constructed, branches off from the main path leading to the city proper, and runs through what is at present a building site. Basic scaffolds of wood and reed have been errected, and courses of sun-baked river clay bricks are being laid one after another under the late summer sun, by fit and healthy mortal men and women. Overseeing this project, and at times assisting- moving things around with the power of a pair of bracers on her wrists, is Vasani Mubdia herself. Recently arrived in great forks, she is wasting no time, beginning with having her craftsmen build themselves both home and workshop.
Tiziri	Walking nearby? A young woman with half lidded, lazy eyes is walking along. A spear draped over her shoulders and her arms hanging over it in a lazy sort of way. She seems to be just wandering, if nothing else. When she gets near to this activity she pauses a moment and steps up onto a big rock, seemingly perched on it the way she's crouched and watching it. If nothing else, she seems to be a little interested in the activity, perhaps just the novelty of it happening at somewhere she has walked by before.
Vasani Mubdia	Vasani wanders throughout the worksite, calling out instructions to the workers. Her piercings catch the sunlight as the filigree chains dangling between them flash. Eventually, she spies the onlooker. She gestures with both hands, moving a slab of freshly dried bricks through the air at a distance and placing them near one group of workers, before issuing a shrill whistle. "Break time!" she calls out to the nearer worksers in Prasad-accented low realm. The nearer workers pass the message along, and it's not long before everyone is finishing their present task and heading towards a tent from which the scents of cooking meat and spice emanate. She looks back towards Tiziri, "Hello there, friend." she offers, friendly enough. "Not spoiling your walk too much, I hope." she adds, gesturing back towards the half-built houses behind her.
Tiziri	"Nope." The Blue haired spearwoman says with a languid smile. "Not at all. It's interesting to see some activity here." Her own accent is very much not local either! And perhaps for one from Prasad might be recognizable as closer to the Dreaming Sea, if the far more southerly reaches. "That's part of the reason I walk around, just see what's interesting." She regards the houses a moment, head tilted a bit. Though then she steps off. She's got a dancer's grace, it's easy to see. Even if she's seeming lazy. "What brings you to Great Forks? Anything specific?" Tiziri inquires.
Vasani Mubdia	"Ah... good, there is much work to be done here." Vasani says then, and gestures back. "First homes, later roads, later still we will see." she tells the other woman. "I am Vasani Mubdia." she finally introduces herself. "And as for why here? The Three were in need of civil engineers, and we are some of the best in the east. Whether it be roads or dams, reservoirs or aqueducts, we're here to tame nature for the benefit of man." she says- rather grandiose an introduction. "Would you join us for food? There is plenty to go around." she offers, and gestures back towards the large tent where her workers are headed.
Tiziri	the girl nods along with the talk of why Vasani is there. Then, "Tiziri, or Ardent Vagabond. Either is fine." The young spearwoman responds by way of returning the introduction, moving the spear from her shoulders and holding it in her left hand as she places her fist in her open right in greetings. "Are you sure? I wouldn't be demure, yet I wouldn't want to impose, plenty or no. They're the ones who have been working after all."
Vasani Mubdia	Mubdia returns the greeting with a gesture of her own, palms pressed together. "I don't mind at all." she tells the girl then, and gestures for her to follow as she leads the way back towards the tent. "Options are limited, but plentiful." she says as they head inside. The tent serves as both dining hall and kitchen, a massive cast iron pot sits above a roaring fire- two workers standing ontop of ladders stir it with long wooden paddles. It's rich and aromatic and spicy smelling. In addition to the vegetable curry, there are flatbreads and boiled rice on offer. Many of the workers relax by smoking tobacco or marijuana- likely procured locally, if they are not eating. "I know it is customary to use slaves, here, but I have found free workers to be more receptive to training." she explains. "And providing well for them pays dividends."
Tiziri	"Don't worry, I'm not from here. If it wasn't obvious." The spearwoman says impishly, her grin almost a little feral in an accidental sort of way. "So it won't offend me if you're not following the customs. I'm just a traveler and mercenary." Tiziri starts to make her way towards the food, not seeming to complain for a moment before serving up a heap of rice, some curry, and some bread. "Thank you, by the way. It smells wonderful."
Vasani Mubdia	Vasani dips her head a bit, "I was not certain, but I thought the accent sounded familiar." she muses. "Do you perhaps hail from somewhere along the coast of the deaming sea?" she hazards a guess. "A mercenary? It seems this city attracts a great many." she muses. "I suppose it is to be expected, situated as it is." she adds. She serves herself up a more modest portion, and then heads to take a seat. "So, tell me, what brings you to Great Forks. Is there much work for you here?" she wonders.
Tiziri	"The winds." Tiziri responds, nodding. "My sobriquet isn't an accident. I mostly take work just because it takes me somewhere new or interesting. Great Forks? It's interesting." She says with a wide grin. "I've been here a couple months now and have loved every moment of it. there's so much nearby, so much in the city. Take a wrong turn and you discover entire districts you never knew existed! Take another and you find the best dumplings you've ever taken. Still another and you can take part in a poetry concept with a depressed fire elemental. What more could an explorer wish?" She sounds legitimately enthusiastic about all of that too. "And yes. Still south of Prasad, and others. Not that I'll go home, my father didn't approve of me. I no longer care, there's more to the world than a small restaraunt in a caravanserai village."
Vasani Mubdia	"Ah, I am from Kamthahar myself." Vasani replies, and sighs a bit wistfully. "I suppose I am the opposite. I would like to return, but I can't. At least, not right now." she says to the other woman. "Perhaps eventually, or perhaps I will make a home for myself here and no longer pine for my motherland." she adds a moment later. "I suppose I should spend more time in the city. We're building out here so that we can be nearer to the works when we begin them. I've proposed a few ideas to imporove the drug fields- I think it ought to be possible to direct the rivers flow to a wider area." she begins- but then catches herself before she gets /too/ deep into the nitty gritty of a subject most people find painfully dull. "Why did he not approve, if you do not mind me asking?" she wonders, picking delicately at her own food.
Tiziri	"There's too much world to see." Tiziri says excitedly. "Far too much. New foods to try. I mean, I've barely gotten out of the Dreaming Sea at this point. I've seen some of the East and South. Yet there's so much more to the North, to the West! Someday I hope to say I've seen most of Creation. Though that's a rather desperate dream, but I'll do my best." She says before dipping some naan into the curry and scooping it up before taking a bit. "As for my father... let's just say I wasn't what he wanted. I wasn't content with that small little world. Too much of a dreamer. Even my love of poetry was not appropriate." she rolls her eyes.
Vasani Mubdia	Mubdia listens without comment for a while, continuing to eat her own food, before she speaks up again. "I see, and I think I understand. I suppose I cleaved much closer to the mould. I expect my parents believe me to be dead." she says then. "Ah, but better dead than an embarrassment." she adds a moment later with a mirthless chuckle. "I have some small talent for Poetry, myself." she says then. "Although I'm typically more academically aligned. Technical manuals, rather than prose."
Tiziri	"Oh, I know mine do." Tiziri says without seeming concerned. "For the better too." She admits, taking another scoop of curry and rice laden naan. If it's spicy, she's obviously not even fazed by it. "Comes with almost getting killed during a bandit raid on a caravan you're escorting after you join the militia and then get rescued by nomads." She shrugs. "Like I said, I'm ok with it. It's a weird sort of freedom, and they can think their child died a hero to salve their disappointment from the get go. And I made sure my sister knew I was alive, so I'm without bindings." She looks up towards the sky a moment before saying, "Poetry, history, languages, anything really. I see my mind as a sponge, still another reason I was bound in that provincial town. Freedom is to travel."
Vasani Mubdia	Mubdia nods her head thoughtfully then, "Perhaps I'll build a road, one day. One that can link the river provinces with Prasad. For travellers like you. Although, I suppose..." she pauses to assess Tiziri for a few moments. "Or rather I imagine that travelers like yourself prefer to find paths without roads." she wonders.
Tiziri	"I am a lazy traveler. Mostly." Tiziri concedes. "The best travels are those with a large caravan, me just another spear, and lots of people to share stories and drink with around a campfire." She says wistfully. "I do look forward to one day travelling on the boats to the West. That seems a wonderfully lazy way to do it. Though I imagine the truth will prove rather different, especially if I have to help sail." She shrugs, seemingly not worried a bit.
Vasani Mubdia	"Aha, sailing." Vasani says then, "That's something I have a little experience with. I didn't head directly here after leaving Kamthahar. We travelled west, first, and then north across the desert. We ended up sailing around the inland sea and the length of Yanaze river to reach great forks. It certainly can be hard work, but that depends on the boat, in many ways."
Tiziri	"Mine was a rather circuitous journey from town to city to village all with various caravans." Tiziri answers. "Like I said, I did not really care where I went, I just wanted to go somewhere new. If it paid for the trip, and fed me? That was good enough. And it's usually easy to find caravans happy to take on another spear. Fortunately, bandit attacks are not entirely common either, so I've not had to fight too much." She still sounds sad about having to though!
Vasani Mubdia	"Well, perhaps you will travel on roads I have built some time, then." Vasani says to the other woman with a brief smile. "Or canals, perhaps. The river already sees so much traffic." she adds a moment later and seems to think about that for a moment, taking a mental note. Before going back to picking at her food.