Papa Don Sowdi

[deeafrotailmisstress]

Favor from the Don

(following this piece - x )

After the troll had left, Jazali stole a glance around the place and couldn’t help but let out a low whistle; it had been a while since she had been to a proper Don’s house. The first floor wasn’t overly lavish, but it was certainly a well accommodated room with fine brown cushioned chairs and a dark tawny carpet flooring that stretched throughout the room. There was also a large fireplace to the right that was alight, no doubt for warmth since the golden chandelier centering the room provided most of the light. Stairs lay across the room, climbing toward the second floor. But from where Jazali was, she could only see a few bookshelves lining the walls which were made from mahogany wood, the dark red colour creating an enclosing and ominous effect.

Around the room were other trolls as well, all were of different shapes and sizes; Jazali could’ve sworn that she even saw an Amani or two. There were three to the right sitting on some lounge chairs playing cards, two were standing by the fireplace conversing and another few were standing by the doors, as if guarding the way to other rooms. However they all paused in their current activity and glanced up at the two visitors. Some soon went back to whatever they were doing, others were still staring suspiciously at the two. More so at Moki than Jazali. Moki had to duck down to keep his horns from bumping into the chandelier as he and Jazali wandered near the stairs, where two orc lackeys stood guard.

She smirked amusedly at the two orcs, who simply stared ahead with blank faces. Jazali tilted her head at one of them, wondering if they ever moved out of their own free will. To test her theory, she finger gunned at one of them and clicked her tongue, mimicking the sound of a fired shot before she sniggered and continued to look around the place…until Moki smacked her upside the head.

He grabbed one of her ears with an irritated glare and hissed “Would you please stop messing around and take this more seriously!” before tensely glancing around the room and the intimidating occupants around it who had yet to take their eyes off him. Moki had no problem with trolls; it was just that they usually had a problem with him, specifically him and his large set of threatening horns.

Jazali glared back at him and rubbed her offended ear, hissing back “Will YOU please stop worryin yaself and calm down?! Ah told ya it’ll be fine, mah famileh did business wid dis guy before!”

Moki rolled his eyes and snorted cynically, somehow doubting that it would all go as smoothly as Jazali predicted. No sooner did he think that did the Drakkari female come back down the steps.

She folded her hands in front of her and nodded  “Don Sowdi will see you now.”

Jazali’s eyes widened and she looked back at Moki with a surprised grin, who shrugged back at her with  a rather surprised expression. Well, Jazali knew that maybe the Don Sowdi would see them, but she didn’t think he would see them now on short notice! The two both started to walk up the steps, until the female troll pressed her hand against Moki’s chest.

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[papadonsowdi]

Favor from the Don

Sowdi stirred a bowl of ashes with his finger tip and smirked as his thoughts wandered. A pair of orcs stood on either side of the door and seemed to be fixed in place. The private room the troll sat in was large but cluttered. Shelves and drawers attempted to mask the clutter, a few safes of varying sizes sat against three sides of the room, one of them was ajar. The table was the cleanest surface sporting only the bowl of ashes the troll stirred and a bleached skull. The troll flicked his finger and used the others to dust it off returning most of the ash to the bowl. His gaze was suddenly drawn to one of the orcs as the creatures hand raised, after a few moments it dropped back to his the orc’s side. Papa growled and dusted his hand on his pants as he stood; his zombi had very strict instructions and didn’t just move for the comfort of it. Someone was here. He rounded the table and stopped to lean back against it’s edge. He watched the bone-beaded curtain that hung along the frame of the room’s entrance. This room was on the second floor and there had been no loud sounds below giving him no reason to expect trouble. The stairs creak as someone climbed them; he could have the stairs fixed but he preferred being able to hear individuals come and go. In fact he recognized the footfalls of the individual coming up the stairs and relaxed leaning heavier against the table. A turquoise hand brushed several strands of bones away and a snowy-haired troll ducked through the hole she made into the room. She gave neither guard a second glance and closed the distance between the door and the male. She said and raised a gentled hand to the tip of his right mammoth tusk and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his ivory. "My Don."  Her actions brought a smirk to his face. "Good evening...mah Priestess." The pair shared a knowing smile. "Who be down t'ere ta see dah Papa?" "Oh. Ya already knowed there be someone here ta see ya?" Her surprise melted into a smirked again and glanced over her shoulder at the pair of zombi that flanked his door. "Das cheatin' Papa and you know it." "Papa Sowdi's gotta be prepared, ya know?" He paused only briefly to flash a grin then went straight back into business. "What do dey want from me and dey actually have somet'in' ta pay?" "Ah didn' ask dah girl’s name...Darkspear...but ah t'ink she here fer some kinda favor from ya Don. Her has a tauren wit' 'er too."

[tmirai]

{Trollin' Thursdays} Character Spotlight: Don'Sowdi

Don’Sowdi, or Papa Sowdi as he often goes by, was first made so I could dabble around with troll rp and level a warlock. I’d always wanted to do a voodoo priest sort and I won’t deny that The Princess and the Frog ‘s character Dr. Facilier might have had something to do with his original conception. I tried to read and use a lot from African tribes and Haitian voodoo, really researching some taboo rituals like cannibalism and head shrinking which Papa uses when necessary. Don’Sowdi is the twin brother to a sister named Zan’Zaji. Their father was Gurubashi, though their mother a Darkspear. At the time the pair’s conception was neither wanted nor consensual. They grew up on the Darkspear Islands never knowing their father or caring much. The two were independent, a rambunctious sort. It was during their early adulthood that, for either curiosities sake or pure bad luck, they stumbled into First Home. Through some miracle the two left the thick jungle of the Loa unharmed, each time they were asked about it their story changed, ranging from a simple uneventful exploration of the jungle to tales of fabled beasts and magnificent fights. It was this event that drew them into being witch doctors. Perhaps it was due to them being twins but Papa always saw his sister as an extension of himself and therefore never once questioned her dabbling in the voodoo with him. As the name Zulfi became more common he even affectionately or jokingly referred to her as his little Zul’fi.

They used bones to speak to the Loa and read the past and the future. Each of the pair had a cup they kept their bones in which ranged from animals to trolls. This would later include the bones of humans and various other races of Azeroth. Papa used a bamboo cup, his sister an ivory one. Each also had another unique addition to their bones, Papa’s was dice, and Zan’Zaji’s were ocean- and river-smoothed stones. Each of these additions made the cup unique to themselves, and while Papa could read the bones from his sister’s cup and she his, he could not make out the intricacies that her stones revealed. In addition to this each of them sacrificed a finger so that the other could use the other’s wisdom when speaking with the spirits. Zan’Zaji took Papa’s right pointer finger saying she wanted to use his experience as he was right handed. He choose to take her left thumb because he wanted a different outlook, but to still have a firm grasp of the situation. Over time their digits regrew. Eventually Papa was approached by another female who wanted to learn the voodoo. He finally gave in and with the help of his sister began teaching her. Over her apprenticeship the three grew close, she and Don’Sowdi more so, eventually becoming lovers. When her training was done and it was her time to be tested by the Loa it was decided Stranglethorn, their ancient home, would be the place. When the Priestess returned weeks later having passed the Loa’s tests she was also given a finger for her cup to read the spirits with her teacher’s wisdom. She too took a finger from Papa, his left pointer finger, saying she did not want to take what his sister had, but to have one just like it. Later during a ritual the three were conducting something went horribly wrong. In a snap decision to keep the spirits from snatching them all up Zan’Zaji sacrificed herself leaving the other two untouched. Papa was devastated over losing his other half, he knew the dangers of voodoo but it was no less painful. He and the Priestess presided over her body in a ritual to help usher her spirit into the other realm. Papa kept her skull, having bleached and cleaned it. He painted it with blood the same way she wore her face paint when she performed rituals, two vertical stripes over the eyes. After his sister’s death he grew a distant to the point that he ended his relationship with the Priestess who eventually moved to Stranglethorn to be of use there. She remained his Zul’fi and he often lay in the dark speaking to her skull and would feed her small offerings on an altar he kept in his room. He came to terms with her passing but had grown used to the solitude and while he was now harder he moved on with his life keeping his sister by his side. He had another apprentice that he began getting close to; she was stubborn and bullheaded and wanted to learn faster than he could teach her. When she went to take her trial from the Loa she never returned. He’s busy helping a Drakkari whose respect and manners won his assistance so he’s yet to deal with her likely passing. While Don’Sowdi is capable of using voodoo, he reveres it and the Loa more than to be wasteful of their power. Occasionally people come to his hut asking if he can help them with a charm or juju. He rolls his bones and dice as they tell him their problem and with this he reads the truth of the situation and decides whether it’s worth invoking the spirits for a charm. When he can, he sends them off with incense and something that looks like an authentic charm, acting as a charlatan and allowing the power of their own beliefs to fulfill their wants. He rarely takes gold as payment, preferring to take favors and other material items in trade. He is more apt to really help someone with magic the more respectful they are. He has been known to purposely reverse or alter the charms requested by rude customers as he’s modeled after a Bokor.

Character Picture (gift by Nothus): http://bit.ly/1dm9ieO Character Blog: donsowdi-er.tumblr.com

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Really awesome character! Your use and development of voodoo lore is really fantastic, and it’s obvious you did a lot of research. I too was inspired by Dr. Facilier and made my troll Msa'vi, a Zandalari occultist and priest of Kalfu.

[papadonsowdi]

Papa Don Sowdi by littleliongod

[hawlooh]

mewkeere requested one of Papa Don Sowdi so there we go

[mewkeere]

unbind me

The spirit world was strange, but it wasn’t something the death knight hadn’t seen before. Harsh whispers were a constant noise, they said many things and nothing all at once. The world appeared in dull colors, the saturation of the living world gone. How had he gotten here?“Ya look lost mon.”Hawlooh turned to see female with long white braids and black streaks over her eyes and down her chin. She looked like a Darkspear, or perhaps a smaller Gurubashi troll. “Ah dun t’ink lost be dah word,” he said turning to face her. He looked her over judging whether she thought her a threat or not. She seemed comfortable in this place.“Dis be dah land between dah living an dah dead mon. Deh ones ya see ‘ere, deh ones dat let ya see dem, dey be eit’er loa, or dey be dah ones deh loa ‘ave not collected yet,” she paused a moment watching his face as he took in the information, calmly to his credit. “Ya be one ah deh latta. Deh loa ah deh dead always be happy ta take back w’at is ders mon. Dah dones dat be stolen from dem, dah voodoo zombies, ah deh ones dat escape dem, dah deat’ knights.” She had made no moves towards him but watched as his expression narrowed at what seemed an accusation from her.“An ya t’ink ya gonna take me ta dem.. ah ya gonna tell me dat ya be one ah dem?” He asked wondering what skills he might still implore in this realm.“Nah mon,” she raised her hand from her hip and waved it to the side, “Ah here because ya still in debt ta dah livin’.”Hawlooh’s eyes narrowed in question at the female and he raised his chin slightly waiting for her to explain.“Ya owe me brot’er ah fava. Deh witch docta Papa Sowdi. It be unfortunate dat ya can’t complete it if deh loa take ya ta deh ot’er side. So we take ya back ta deh land ah deh livin’..ah as much as ya was livin’ before. It ah high price ta bring someone like ya back…but dah fava ya gonna fill more dan pay fa dis and dah work ya had ‘im do wid ya before…da is, unless ya ready to go wid dah Ghede.”

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Fire To Replace Fear

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Papa leaned back against the Zeppelins sturdy wooden interior and stroked his fingers over the crown of a bleached skull. He wore thick long robes knowing the further North the zeppelin flew the cooler it would get until they reached the snow and the ice of Northrend.

He opened his eyes and glanced over at his traveling companion. Finally he decided to break the long silence, first clearing his throat, “ya said ya wasn’t sure about visitin’ dah Ghede. Der be many deat’ gods, Papa t’ought ‘e might ramble fa ah w’ile on his own t’oughts.”

He didn’t wait for a response before he continued speaking. “Bwonsamdi, Sam’di, him one ah dah loa dah Darkspear be worshipin’. Him dah Loa ah graveyards, dah loa ah de dead. Him watches ova dah spirits ah de dead,” he commented while looking down at the skull he was petting that rested in his lap. “Him see dah undead as abominations, dah dead belong ta him, dey his charge, his dominion.” He paused but didn’t give his companion a chance to speak.

“But Sam’di not be dah one who ya be makin’ offerin’s to,” he followed up, a grin widening across his mouth as he turned a glance to her once more, “Dat be Mueh’zala. Anot’er ghede, loa ah dah dead. An dat un, him be many t’ings…him be ah farma where he be gatherin’ dah fallen, collect dem ta take ta one ah Bwonsamdi’s domains. Ot’er times him kills, takin dah old and dah sick from dah tribes like ah hunta cullin dah herd. Ya t’ink dah loa be reluctant ta give ya courage ya said, causea w’at ya askin fa. Ah t’ink if any t’in’ dey give ya dah fire ah dey anga from what be taken from dem ta replace ya fear.”

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[papadonsowdi]

It had been some months since her ordeal with Mees and his minions but the mental scars just would not fade. Any time Mooshki was around her comrades in the Tigers, the memories would return, filling her with fear. What really tore at her was the one person she could even think of calling a friend was the one who filled her with the most dread to just be around. She knew she had to do something and set about to wandering in an attempt to figure things out on her own or just give her enough time away from dead people so she could heal. Mooshki wandered from town to town, wilderness to wilderness yet nothing changed. Any time she saw a Forsaken or any sort of Death Knight, the fears came back. She decided it was time to be more active and do something. She sought out an old friend in the colds of Winterspring. After some shenanigans with some Goblins, she found the shaman she was there for. Mooshki and the Ice Cow, Moozzles, spoke well into the night about everything, anything and nothing at all. He pointed out to her that if she could not find the answers herself, then she must go to a higher power. To him, it was the elements and his Tribal ancestors but if she was reluctant to go back home to Zul'Drak and ask the Witchdoctors there for spiritual help, then perhaps the Darkspear would be a proper alternative. By the next day, the two parted ways and Mooshki began to make her way south - to the Echo Isles, in search of a Witchdoctor.

[papadonsowdi]

The Trial of the Loa

Alright. So I am going to start posting the storyline as Mooshki updates it, she’s named it ‘The Trial of the Loa’. Some of it will be RP logs some of it journals. Going to tag it all Trial of the Loa. When I get to Journals of mine story-wise I’ll just reblog them rather than reposting them.  Papa Don Sowdi belongs to me (char blog) Mooshki belongs to Demonchipmunk

[hawlooh]

Join Me: Papa Don Sowdi

im sorry this took me so long

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[mewkeere]

This time I followed the rules~ Mooshki said: Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other. Papa tossed another garment behind him, it fell to the ground and piled on others he’d pulled from the aged wooden chest. He muttered under his breath while he looked for something suitable that would actually fit him. Finally he tugged a dress from the Drakkari’s belongings that looked his size. “Ya constant demands be rufflin’ my fur Zufli,” he gripped to no one and smoothed the dress down with a sigh. Hearing footfalls approaching he turned to find himself staring at the Drakkari with a deer in the headlight’s look. “W’at dah hell ya be doin’ mon?!” she growled.

[nothraiya]

[mewkeere]

Awwww yeah. Look at this art!! Mooshki, as by Nothus (He’s fuckin awesome is he not?) Showing the Curse scars she gained from a troll witch doctor who was out to get Papa Don Sowdi. Awww yeah~~!!

[papadonsowdi]

Sleeping Like The Dead

Papa didn’t stop in Gadgetzan he didn’t think stopping there with a body would be the best of ideas, and Zippy should enjoy the company of the raptor a bit longer. He headed straight for the Echo Isles to finish his task. He didn’t know that he could trust the she-troll not to exuberantly flaunt her return to life, at least many of the women he knew liked to rub their trickery in others faces and this was too delicate for that to happen. It was already late in the evening when he finally returned home and pulled the corpse from the saddle of the raptor and hauled it to his door tearing down the spike and ward and entering his messy house. He grunted forgetting how much crap he had and had to lift her wrapped body to his shoulders to avoid bumping into things. It took him a few moments to get her in and he may have bumped her feet and head against things but she was wrapped and not conscious anyway. He slipped through the house and made his way carrying her up the stairs to his bedroom where he laid her then left to finish taking the stuff off the raptors and unsaddling them. Papa returned nearly an hour later and set the skull on its altar and leaned down to slice the binding ropes. He tugged them free and unwrapped the body. He pulled the Drakkari free of the wrappings and laid her on on his furs while he cleaned up he transportation. He returned once more with a bowl and cloth and cleaned her face and chest. At some point he had cleaned his own face and changed clothes back into his simple and comfortable loin cloth, likely when he had unsaddled the raptors. He took a moment to inspect the curse markings and nodded in his own approval. “Ya really don’t look half bad w’en dey get ya all dressed up like dat.” He finished cleaning the nearly healed wound and getting the charcoal and gold face paint off and put away the cloth and bowl. Returning to the room he glanced at her once more and grumbled something then shook his head. He tugged back many of the heavy furs and put her amongst them. He slipped himself behind her and pulled the heavy furs back over the two of them. The back of her head pressed against his chest just at his collarbone. He grunted something more good night and some gripe about women being ungrateful.

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Sunrise

The sun rose spilling its warmth across the desert sands. Papa still sat with the Sandfury speaking idly and thanking them for their great hospitality. He looked up as one that had been sent to fetch his belongings returned returned bearing his effects and a thick cloth and rope. “Ya right mon, ah can see why ya say dat now,” the leader spoke to him once more, “her do have an exotic body ta watch even if it just be dat ah a zombie.” Papa chuckled and nodded his head walking toward the altar with the Sandfury following. They stretched out the cloth on the sand as Papa retrieved the body. He noticed immediately the change in the curse markings denoting that the Death loa had truely made her his own a smirk crossed his lips. He lifted her body rather unceremoniously and brought her down the stairs. Laying her on the edge of the cloth he quickly rolled her twice to begin wrapping her. “Her been dead fa far too long now ta return ta her body wid out dah help ah dah Ghede as it be, so ah t’ink it safe ta say him liked deh gift. Continue ta bring ah offerin’ each night fah t’ree more nights and expect good fortune on yeh tribe.” he told them as they finished wrapping and tying the body up for travel. Papa thanked them once more performing a few small things for them before he left a charm here or there to repay their kindness and secure his safe exit. A larger troll put her body over the saddle of the raptor and secured the wrap to keep the dead body from falling. Papa mounted his raptor and took the reins of the other in hand turning to leave the city of Zul’Farrak.

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Sacrifice To The Son Of Sleep

Papa returned to find Mooshki’s body resting amongst a pile of body pillows and fine furs. He gave a nod to the leader who smiled at the now clean and finely dressed witch doctor. They had put him in fine desert silks and applied gold leaf to his tusks, washed and rebraided his hair along with applying fine oils to his body. High quality face paint was applied to his face; a thick black stripe across his eyes along with dots and stripes down his cheekbones. The time was already well into the night and soon enough he would be taking Mooshki to present her at the final loa’s altar. The drinking and good food continued, the Drakkari’s plate and drinks were disposed of so as not to poison any of the other guests at the feast. As the evening settled down most of the Sandfury trolls settled into heaps after the food and dancing. It was only a handful that rose to follow him to the sacrifice. Four carried Mooshki on a flat slab of rock, following Papa and the leader of the Sandfury as they walked toward the shrine of Mueh'zala. Papa took little with him besides what he needed and the skull he carried everywhere. He nodded at the small troupe and had them set the slab down. He bent and lifted her body carrying it up the stairs to the flat ebon altar of the ghede, making sure she was laid out flat, her hair positioned to the side. He took up paints in small containers given to him and marked her face. A black charcoal skull mask was drawn over her features in contrast to her pale skin and across her forehead he dotted three circles, the center one being the largest. He nodded in satisfaction and began the ritual. “Ueetay no Mueh'zala, God ah death, fat’er ah time, son ah sleep, night’s friend. Ah bring ya dis trollie ta ya realm dat ya might see fit ta judge ‘er worth ta ya. Dat ya take ‘er an make ‘er ya own, Dis gift not be brought by me alone, but deh Sandfury’s dat tend ta ya alta as well.” He pulled a ritual blade from a golden sheath, one the Sandfury had given him with the garments he wore now. “Ah mark dis offerin first with deh blood ah deh benefactor,” he paused and cut a long gash in his left arm and held it over her dripping blood across her forehead and speckling her white hair. The blood stopped soon enough and he spoke again, “An second wid deh blood ah deh offering.” He moved his hand pulling the sharp blade across the Drakkari’s chest and biting deep into her skin. Blood welled and raised as the cut opened from shoulder to shoulder. “Now ya only chance ta prove ya not ah conquered woman little trollie,” he chuckled under his breath and turned to face the Sandfury. He raised both arms and with them came a cheer from the lot. He walked down the stairs and nodded to the leader that had joined him. “Now it be done,” Papa glanced over his shoulders to the altar a brief moment, a sly grin pulled over his face. “Come deh mornin’ ah take dah body from deh altar. Once it past deh loa’s wakin’ hours. Her ah Drakkari, ah slave at dat, in life and in death. ‘Er body not fit ta be buried wid deh warrior’s or dah women ah ye tribe. Besides Papa could always use ah voodoo slave.” He and the sandfury exchanged wicked glances and removed themselves from the altar to wait out the daylight.

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Feast With The Sandfury

A pair of Sandfury ladies brought out plates of food, they set them in front of the leader, Papa, and Mooshki. With a bow they retreated again and the conversation continued with Papa recounting the deeds of Mooshki at all three of the Primal loa’s altars with occasional commentary from her. They both ate and drank fully, Papa fully trusted the Sandfury to take care of his request, after all they have been most generous so far. As they had promised him her food and drink had been laced with the herbs and juices thereof and it wasn’t long before a sudden splitting headache was followed by light headedness and finally her passing out against him. “Der now Papa Don, ya task is met, but ah question w’at ya told us.” Papa’s attention had been on the Drakkari shifting her so she laid with her head on his thigh rather than against his arm. Hearing the words of the Sandfury’s leader he turned his head to face him. “W’at ya be meanin dat ya question dah Papa?” The Sandfury raised his chin and continued what he was saying. “Dem herbs not kill dah Drakkari. We too ‘ave skilled medicine men, dey say den dat ya gave us ta feed ‘er would not do dat.” Papa scowled at the larger troll. “Ah course dey not kill ‘er! Dat not fa us ta do. Dah poison lock ‘er on dah edge ah deh spirit world, nah to return. Ta offa ah cold body ta deh loa be ah lowly t’ing. Besides der be revelry goin’ on ‘ere. Dis ta be enjoyed! Dah offerin take place before dah dawn. Deh body still warm be offered ta Mueh'zala, Night’s Friend, in him own time. Ah slice,” he pulled his thumb across the top of his chest just under his collarbone, “ta add blood ta deh offerin’ and Mueh'zala come claim dah spirit servant himself. Him break deh bonds from spirit ta body and make ‘er truly ‘is own.” The leader listened as Papa explained the will of the loa and the way the ritual would work. He nodded satisfied with the explanation and smiled. “If only all ah use undastood dah will ah deh loa so easily. Why dis trollie t’ough, one wid markin’s like dem on ‘er?” “Dese?” he asked brushing his fingers over the curls of purple left by the tiki’s curse. “Dese be dah markin’s of ah death curse dat be ah Papa’s own makin’s. Ah trial in it own right,” he commented his eyes not leaving the Drakkari’s marred skin. “Dis be ah curse dat hard ta escape, only by killin’ dah docta dat cast it can ya escape dah horrible death dat follow,” he looked up from her to the leader. “Obviously Papa was not dah mon dat cast deh spell dis time...still she be dah first, an dah only one dat escape dah grips ah death at dis spells ‘ands.” A smile spread across his face. “Her escape him once, and now her delivered to ‘im.” He shrugged again. “E’ery one serve dey own place in life, but dey all deh better w’en dey serve mine.” The leader grew a wicked grin along his features as well nodding in agreement with the Darkspear before him. “Ya gonna need ta be cleaned up ya self witch docta. Why not let deh two dah drink ya ya food ‘elp ya der, an bring ya back dressed in finer t’ing dan ya wear now,” He spread his arms wide and the two Sandfury women appeared again. Papa looked from one to the other his hand idly brushed through the Drakkari’s ivory mane. He nodded and shifted to stand. “Ya keep dah body safe an untouched. Her need ta be perfect fa ‘er presentation ta deh loa mon.” “Of course Zul, it be done.” The leader half bowed over the table as the pair of women lead him away.