There was a fragrance of incense in the tent; thick Persian rugs with silk cushions covered the floor; a long trestle table with platters of food stood to one side; the attendant that showed Callinicus in left after first introducing him as the Imam of Syria. A man stood with his back turned to him, dressed from head to foot in black and wearing a black turban that added to his stature; he must have been ominously at least seven feet tall, and was broad at the shoulders.
Callinicus watched the man carefully there was something both familiar and yet alien about him, if he was the Emir then he certainly was not from Terra Azure, “You are not Human or a Wraith, or a Rageon for that matter?”
“No,” said the man surprised by the question, he turned to face his guest; his eyes were deep burning coals, his aspect stern and strong, he leant back against the table, raised his goblet and drunk the contents, “And you may look like the Imam from Syria, but you certainly don’t sound like him or anyone I would have expected to find in such a place as this."
Callinicus reached beneath his tunic and pulled out the pendant, "So who, or should I say what, are you?"
The man looked at the locket and smiled, "Such trinkets will not work on me, Wraith indeed; I am Yazid, Yazid of the Djinn.”