Return of the Khan
Josiah and Walks notice a tall, muscular gentleman of middle eastern descent striding towards them. He is dressed in a tan sweat suit and wearing high top sneakers. Around his neck is a tiger head shaped gold medallion. The eyes are studded jade. There is something regal--yet dangerous about the man's bearing. He nods to Walks and looks at Josiah.
"You are the Gurahl, Medicine-Claw." The voice is deep with an air of authority.
Re: Return of the Khan
Josiah studied the man. "I am Josiah Medicine-Claw. This is Walks-the-Steel-Web. How may we help you, Mr. . .?"
"Sultan. Sultan of the Proud Claw Khan."
Josiah arched an eyebrow. "You do us honor."
Sultan raised a hand. "Please, I was told that you would need
reliable assistance in combating the dark forces in this region."
Walks cleared his throat. "Ah, Sultan, how did you find out about our situation up here? No offense, but things aren't exactly cozy between the Bastet and the Garou nation. Why should the Khan give a damn about us local werewolves and our problems?"
Josiah smiled softly. He had to admire the young Glass Walker's
moxie.
Sultan's eyes narrowed at Walks. "You know of the raven changer, Eli Speaks-with-the-Sun?"
"Of course should have guessed a raven would blab to everyone, i hope he has some common sense last thing we need to do is tip our hand to the Talons and Gets aligned agaisnt us when we only have a hand full of tribes on our side...last thing we need is for them to sway others"
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"I'm sure Eli was just trying to help by enlisting the aid of our Bastet cousin here," Josiah said.
Sultan grunted. "I have a pressing matter that I must attend to," Sultan said. He handed Josiah a card. "I can be reached at that number--if you wish to get in touch with me. Good day, gentlemen."
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"Elder thoughts? Hmm. Perhaps we're going about this the wrong way. Tell me, what was the last known position of the
Talons/Fenris alliance?"