Editing Zal'Kazzir's Response to His Family being murdered (section)

==the Knights of the Dark Templar==
the master horsemen acknowledge the Sarcosan's obiediant nods...  Stopped abreast of the highway the third to Zal'Kazzir's left speaks up, nudging his helm point that crowns down across his nose up just a bit adjusting in his saddle and finally tugging tightly down on his tunic straightening the silk layered over armor.

'''''"What BUSINESS do you have at 'Hashu'shef' man of the south?  You wear the cloth of the clergy good sir.  What is your rank? And where are your papers?  Present them quickly or pray your mother said her goodbyes to you when last you spoke.  Who gives you time with the Great Lord Mezim?"'''''


Beyond and behind the horsemasters you can see their squires.  One young boy begins to step between the horses.  So masterful the riders are, that one missed command would crush the boy between the mighty steeds.  His master knight has given him a finger twitch and the boy steps between and before the horses toward you.  He bows some 6 feet before Zal'Kazzir and stretches out his hand waiting for the papers...


'''ASSUMING''' Zal gives the papers...


'''''"Ah.  Master Zal'Kazzir Ghulvenne, sharu caste.  Yes.  The Great Lord has been waiting for you to bless him with your pressence.  Come..."'''''

The Knights turn at this command.  The two to the outer edges of the highway hold back and seperate to allow Zal'Kazzir to walk through following the lead horsemaster.  Two in front and two behind.  The squires run a distance behind the parade, scooping up the dung made by the horses.  

Nearly 20 minutes later you can see the fortress.  Spread out across an uprising along the plains.  Horses of the wildest make run freely here.  It's an oasis in the hot lands of Sarcosa.  Before long you find yourself in what might seem like a small village, the homes of the many servants, laborers and spies of the Greater Legate.  Beyond no less than 3 gates up a slow rising glade the Knights part again, rejoining in line abreast formation again behind Zal'Kazzir.  One of the other Knights belts in the Black Tongue...

'''''"BOW YOUR HEAD, MORTAL - YOU NOW STAND BENEATH AN AVATAR"'''''  


Looking up quickly before kneeling (as you have before) you quickly glance at the balcony some 50 feet above.  You stand out in front of what must be the abbey-like fortress within the Fortress-Villa of Mazish Mezim, Greater legate of the Sharuun District.  With a slight voice  ''(think Micheal Jackson)''  you here the godling speak...


'''''"Ghulvenne, sharu caste?  Whyyyyyyyyy do you call on me this day?  It is so beautiful a day and I do not wish to be boooored with dry business.  The 'old man' of Sharuun offered a boon returned to me to allow you these ticks of sand falling in my timer now.  So speak Ghulvenne of the sharu caste...  My time is more valuable than you know....."'''''