LOCATION: North Pole MUSE: Kamran Jafar Barmaki STATUS: Closed | @timedandtaled
Kamran is not the biggest fan of the cold, he has learned. Sure, the desert gets cold at night, but not like the arctic. Thankfully, he came prepared with the coat and boots, and the host oh-so-graciously provided drinks and fireplaces. And enjoying the view from the inside hasn't been so bad. Kamran was exploring the workshop, watching the elves work, but then he has gotten himself lost in some kind of a warehouse. Shelves upon shelves stand in aisles, and the sultan unhurriedly walks through them. Occasionally, he examines whatever is on the rack but most of them seems to be toys or trinkets. Nothing that catches his attention.
When he turns the corner, he almost runs into a man. Who is decidedly not an elf. "Oh, my apologies." Kamran says politely, stepping out of the way. "Perhaps you can help me... I've gotten myself lost in this... storage, I presume? Nothing of note here and I'd like to return to the ballroom but I can't seem to find the way back. Do you know how to get back?" He offers a small smile, hoping this gentleman could help him.