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Cylinder of the City Scribe
 

Lady Layali Qamar

"Her Name means The Night of Full Moon"  


Her Cylinder stands next to the Ubars in the avenue of the Nobles.  It is called the House of Taharan Echoes, and it is well known through out the city that anyone who comes to visit  is treated as an honored guest.  A large and luxurious place it's filled with object of art, comfortable brightly tapestried cushions and furs. A gracious hostess she's always glad for the company. Her slave, Jorbo Bolo is usually found at her side while she works on scrolls and business for the Ubar and Ubara. Her dedication and loyalty to her city is unquestionable.
  
History of this Woman of the Tahari...........  
  Raised in the swirling sands of Turia, she was born to the Vassal Tribe Arani, under the Banner of the Great Ubar of the Tahari Khadim Alzhared, Pasha of the Aretai and  Ubar of 1000 Lances.  


Her father was a man of honor, the Kasbah of the Oasis of Turma, a Turian outpost and trading station deep within the sands of the Great Desert.  She was taught from an early age to be useful, to train slaves, to scribe, and above all to hold her head high and be obediant to men.   Her father died defending the wells of the Oasis from attack, the greatest crime in the Desert is to destroy a well. Her father knew this and sacrificed his life to protect the well for his Ubar and his people. At 12 Hands she learned to Scribe for the new Kasbah, and when her mother died when she was 18 Hands, she set off in search of a new home and a new House of Honor to serve.


Now this Desert Jewel wanders Gor with her 3 Arani tribesmen to protect her.  Eyes of the deepest cinammon with sparkles of gold peer above the midnight robes with swirl around her hidden form of lush curves.  Ebon waves cascade to a swirling mass of curls, hiden beneath the midnight veils.  A circlet of gold adorns her forward, the small charm which hangs from it Proclaims her the daughter of The First Blood among her people.  



 
"May your eyes be keenand may you have the wisdom to deal with me carefully Jabukk
 for the Desert is my Mother and Father"

~ Layali Qamar, City Scribe of Jorts Ferry ~


It was once said by the Kasbah that..


"The man who can make her smile, will win her heart and soul forever, but such a man, if there is one, must have the patience of a Pasha to do so"

~Kasban Faruk el Saymid.. Oasis of Turma~