In a place like Little Aqahba there were no shortage of men and women who could swing a sword and needed a few coin. Fortunately, there was also plenty of merchants in need of warm bodies to act as guards and general deterrents. While crime was kept in hand by the Mamluks, it wasn't non-existent; not to mention that a good show of force did wonders to make people think the guarded wares were valuable.
Having served guarding caravans in and out of the Jewel probably made Khenbish overqualified to escort a wagon of silk bolts, but it filled in a good part of the day. The scars, the kohl, the strange way his left eye seemed to stare intensely, were enough to make most people give the Moto cavalryman a wide berth.
For the rest, there was the scimitar on his belt, the curved blade long and slender, but woe betide anyone who mistook the elegance of the weapon for weakness. Fortunately, none were so foolhardy, and the wagon reached its destination without the need to draw steel.
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Event: Reputation to Acquire, Roll 3
Kenjutsu (1 FR, 1CR, Void +1k1, Way of the Ki-Rin +3, Glory +2)
Result: 33 vs TN25, +3 Reputation Points