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Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la
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"The Change is upon us! Just heed my word!" Such a bold claim seemed to be lost somewhere between a debate about the worth of a dusty carpet and the squawking of exotic bird creatures, allegedly "baby cockatrices". Although the acolyte Aisha Abdul'la was aware that at such a great congregation of merchants would allow many from far and wide to come together and trade not only goods, but ideas, Aisha didn't make the connection that with all those people, there would be a lot of noise.

Aisha had thought that if she set up her little stand in the most populace area of the market, she could spread the principles of the Samariamian creed to the greatest amount of people. There she stood atop a box of wood, a sign in front of it in bold writing; The Change is Within You. Although that might have made her just a little bit taller, it, by no means, made her the biggest presence. Many seemed more preoccupied with bartering and peddling their wares. Sure, the merchants she traveled into town with, those of her clan, had warned her that people may not be so receptive to the 'ravings of a fanatic' while there's goods to be traded, but Aisha was undeterred, and remained undeterred.

After all, it's not the first time Aisha's preached before an uninterested crowd. You didn't attract the unthoughtful with theology, you attracted them with mysticism and bold statements. Aisha always seemed to get at least a few heads to turn with, 'The Change is upon us!' It was always important to create a sense of urgency, to create a sense of unease that made people more interested in what you were talking about, before you eased their troubled thoughts.

"Follow the principles of self-improvement and the metamorphosis of the soul, and I guarantee that even a life of eternal perdition will turn into paradise!"

Appearance was important as well. Aisha was wearing a bit more jewelry than she usually did, including a shiny golden necklace that hung from her neck and was highly visible over top her clothes. Aisha had borrowed it from her kin for the sake of this event. It gave her an air of importance, and it also sent a message; 'Self-improvement will make you rich'. As those she traveled wish told her, "All merchants follow the wealthy."

A few heads were looking her way now. Not the occupied merchants, of course, but some curious fellows who weren't hugely busy, and were probably looking for entertainment, decided to give an ear. It would likely be very difficult to hold their attention for long, but, as long as even one person becomes inspired, Aisha would consider her duty here a success.

"The clans of the desert have been guided along by superstition for far too long! We have all become drunk upon the promise of false hopes! That somewhere in the sands is the key to our salvation! But we have grown far from that original goal now, for we are living on the brink of a golden age! Look around you! Can you not see that we are already prospering? Haven't the spirits already been kind to us? Perhaps they have been generous, but it is us who have made use of nature's bounty to it's absolute fullest! You see, it is no longer necessary for us to loose more men to the sands!" Tell people what they want to hear. Have them saying 'yes, yes' and they'll be more likely to agree with anything you say.

"But—" Aisha had to catch her breath. She was really getting into it. Your faith becomes strongest when you scream it out loud and you don't care about who hears it, and goodness, does it ever fill you with a rush. "But it is not enough! For there is still strife in the world, and the clans remain divided! And while there is strife and inequality, there will continue to be suffering! But there is a way, a way in which we all can obtain eternal happiness!" She told them the real issues at stake. Now here comes the punchline, the clincher.

"And that, is through the path of self-metamorphosis! It is through the betterment of the self and the strengthening of the community! By following our creed, the Samariamus Creed, we may become better people, and create a better world ourselves! You see, the Change is not out there in the sands! It is within us, within us all! We must strive to accomplish with within all men! No soul, no matter how lost they may be, is incapable of accessing their inner Change! If we all follow this path, we can accomplish a new Utopia! For Utopia is not a place, but a people!"

Aisha was surprised that her voice wasn't cracking at this point. Surely, she would have gotten her point across. It was the same monologue she's used dozens of times before, but it never seemed to loose its power, despite it's formulaic nature. Still, although she managed to attract somewhat of an audience through the speech, they weren't paying as much attention to her. There appeared to be a big commotion, people yelling out and talking all at once. It seemed as if there was some sort of trouble brewing.

"What ills you?" Aisha called out. Then, at once, there was a great big yelling out as people seemed to split and make a clearing. One man was kicking at something, before backing off. There was a small creature hissing wildly, a Salamand, although Aisha didn't recognize the creature by name. It was carrying what appeared to be an expensive vase under its arm, seeming rather keen on keeping it. A man at the back of the crowd was shouting out, calling for the creature to give his vase back. Another person called out, "Somebody kill it!"

"Hold!" Aisha declared, raising her hand. Very gently, she got down from her pedestal and approached the creature, not trying to be threatening. It looked like it wanted to escape, but there were people everywhere. It hissed, and Aisha stopped and hushed it. Then, Aisha crouched before it and spoke gently, extending a hand, "Little one, if you would be so kind, please allow me to return that of which you hold back to it's proper owner. You will be rewarded graciously."

Now, that would have been pointless if the Salamand didn't understand what she said, but yet, the Salamand appeared to hesitate. Then, as if it was jinxed, it slowly approached Aisha, making low guttural noises, seeming somewhat wary. The crowd around them watched in awe, muttering to each other. It stopped right in front of her, holding the vase in front of it and staring up at her with those bulging yellow eyes. Aisha smiled.

Then, without warning, it dropped the vase on the ground and pounced at Aisha, clawing at the golden necklace around her neck. Aisha yelped and struggled, but, the creature's grubby little hands would just not let go. Pulling with all its weight, the slimy creature yanked the expensive necklace off of her neck, damaging it a little in the process. The Salamand then proceeded to dart of, cackling wildly, disappearing into the crowd.

Aisha called out, "Wait!" She got up onto her feet and began to push through the crowd, trying to find the little thief and her golden necklace. "Halt! Desist! Return that at once!"