Al Jilida

The man's hand makes it's way to his pocket. He's a liar. Al Jilda knows this in his bones. He's a man of trade, he's the gaddmann'd assistant guildmaster of the Sandvoyagers Guild. He knows when someone has lost their good legitimately and when someone is trying to collect twice over. Al Jilda's hand goes to the hilt of his knife, softly engraved with zebra and lions fighting to the death. That was a life a long time ago. He let his hand fall to his side. "Then what do you have."