[Post here first] Border crossing for Kalkador

There was but one carriage that traveled with the outriders of the Goraian caravan, and the diplomat the carriage was meant to service was not within it. Instead, Fairuz of Sakand was upon her own steed, garbed in clothing appropriate for the blow of sands, brightly colored scarves and shawls of the bedouin artfully twisted and place around a body that was only all-too-familiar with the desert life.

A few of the diplomat's compatriots, however, were most used to the welcoming and peaceful weather of the Goraian hillside, where birds sang and creeks babbled. They didn't know the desolateness of the desert like Fairuz knew of it, and even this one was more desolate than most. 

An apt name, Silent Desert, Fairuz mused to herself, a scarf covering half of her face from the grit and bite of sand. At long last, however, she came upon the obsidian gates and the guards that stood sentry. Her outriders made to move forward as Fairuz smoothly dismounted, landing easily on her silk-and-leather boots, a quiet chime to indicate jewelry somewhere upon her frame sounding out.

"No," Fairuz said to them, raising a hand as the other still held the reigns of her horse loosely in her gloved hand. "I can do this alone," she said to them with a little smile, her hand reaching up to unhook her veil and show the true beauty of her face.

Her horse's hooves lightly clopped on the stone of the road she crossed to draw herself towards the guards and Captain, her startling jade green eyes upon their visage. They were mummified, she could see, if only through the cracks of their ancient armor. Another thing that Fairuz was altogether used to, although they usually were not animated.

Fairuz of Sakand, however, did not scare easily. It was her will and composure that had gotten her this far in Goraian politics when other Sakandian people were bowed, and she hoped it would continue to serve her well.

"I am Fairuz of Sakand, an Ambassador for Lord Zephidel of the Kingdom of Goraia," she told the Captain, reaching into her garb to pull a small leather-wrapped package of papers out and hand it to the man. "These are my loyal retainers and retinue, listed all within. We seek trade with Belrow and her cities and people, or at the very least, a pleasant introduction."