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Abasha, Market Quarter, Jurzan 7/3/1954
Osiris and his trade group had finally reached the country's largest Port City. "At least there is some water here" Osiris thought to himself. Jurzan had recently been devastated by a drought, of unprecedented scale. To the south his kin were starving along with most of the Jurzanis. But here in Abasha all was different. The people, the atmosphere the very air of the city were much more pleasant. His thoughts were disrupted by Hakhan one of his fellow merchants.
"Come on," he said "we have to get to port. these good aren't going across the Long Sea on their own!"
"Yeah" replied Osiris and started walking.
Port he thought. Of course everyone knew where that silk and gold was headed next; New Alexandria and then Ionia. The Hellenes had left Himyar a long time ago but Pharos was still under Ionian rule. It had been that way for centuries. "Fair enough" he thought to himself; "before them it was a rock. Now it's a rock with a city. Their city; They can keep it." After all the Ionians had been good trading partners for quite some time, as Hellenes had always been, and they paid good coin. And they did bring money, water, food and all that to Jurzan in exchange for all the shiny stuff the Jurzanis sent. The convoy stopped. Osiris pulled out of his thoughts and started talking to Hakhan.
"Oi, we've reached port already-
And then he saw it; a ship of iron and smoke moving to port with its deck filled with crates of steel. He had seen many ships like this in his long time as a merchant but they always managed to impress him. He could swear they got bigger every time. While his group had stopped moving the locals kept walking. They were probably used to the large Western Ships. Their Western clothes and look suggested so.
"Come on" said Osiris "lets keep moving."
"Were did you say this stuff was headed for again?" asked Mohammed another one of the merchants
"New Alexandria and after that Ionia. Probably to Piraeus or Lexos."
"Speaking of which, do you think the governor managed to get the Ionians to send some help here with the drought? After all without us they'll run out of shiny trinkets!" said Hakhan with a sarcastic tone
"Let's hope he did." replied Osiris in a swift manner
Abasha, Georgian-Christian Quarter, Jurzan, 7/3/1954
"Let's hope I convince them this time" said Governor Al-Merhad. He started walking to a large neo-classical building. He looked to the balcony. Two flags flew; The Ionian Flag and the Jurzani flag. And below those flags was a large sign that read:
"ΙΩΝΙΚΟΝ ΠΡΟΞΕΝΕΙΟΝ ΕΙΣ ΤΗΝ ΑΒΑΣΑ
HONORARY IONIAN CONSULATE IN ABASHA
الفخرية الأيوني القنصلية في خجل"
The man gathered all his strength and stepped inside. A woman, the receptionist of the embassy, immediately recognized him and said:
"Hello Your Excellency, how may I be of serv-
"I need to meet the Ionian Consul right now!" he demanded.
"Excuse me sir but he is on an important phone call with Algolis right now. I believe it was about the issue you brought to him yesterday-
"I have some arguments that can help him convince the Ionian government to send help here! He needs to hear them quickly-
*clack!* that was the sound of a phone being put down. The Ionian Consul exited the room behind the reception desk with a neutral look on his face. A few seconds later he noticed the Governor's presence.
"Al-Merhad my friend! I have great news! The Ionian government agreed! We'll be sending help and supplies to aid you in dealing with the drought, famine and diseases ASAP!"
The governor almost passed out! For him this was a true sign of a hope, a miracle! "Maybe", he thought, "there is some hope left in Jurzan!"
Osiris and his trade group had finally reached the country's largest Port City. "At least there is some water here" Osiris thought to himself. Jurzan had recently been devastated by a drought, of unprecedented scale. To the south his kin were starving along with most of the Jurzanis. But here in Abasha all was different. The people, the atmosphere the very air of the city were much more pleasant. His thoughts were disrupted by Hakhan one of his fellow merchants.
"Come on," he said "we have to get to port. these good aren't going across the Long Sea on their own!"
"Yeah" replied Osiris and started walking.
Port he thought. Of course everyone knew where that silk and gold was headed next; New Alexandria and then Ionia. The Hellenes had left Himyar a long time ago but Pharos was still under Ionian rule. It had been that way for centuries. "Fair enough" he thought to himself; "before them it was a rock. Now it's a rock with a city. Their city; They can keep it." After all the Ionians had been good trading partners for quite some time, as Hellenes had always been, and they paid good coin. And they did bring money, water, food and all that to Jurzan in exchange for all the shiny stuff the Jurzanis sent. The convoy stopped. Osiris pulled out of his thoughts and started talking to Hakhan.
"Oi, we've reached port already-
And then he saw it; a ship of iron and smoke moving to port with its deck filled with crates of steel. He had seen many ships like this in his long time as a merchant but they always managed to impress him. He could swear they got bigger every time. While his group had stopped moving the locals kept walking. They were probably used to the large Western Ships. Their Western clothes and look suggested so.
"Come on" said Osiris "lets keep moving."
"Were did you say this stuff was headed for again?" asked Mohammed another one of the merchants
"New Alexandria and after that Ionia. Probably to Piraeus or Lexos."
"Speaking of which, do you think the governor managed to get the Ionians to send some help here with the drought? After all without us they'll run out of shiny trinkets!" said Hakhan with a sarcastic tone
"Let's hope he did." replied Osiris in a swift manner
Abasha, Georgian-Christian Quarter, Jurzan, 7/3/1954
"Let's hope I convince them this time" said Governor Al-Merhad. He started walking to a large neo-classical building. He looked to the balcony. Two flags flew; The Ionian Flag and the Jurzani flag. And below those flags was a large sign that read:
"ΙΩΝΙΚΟΝ ΠΡΟΞΕΝΕΙΟΝ ΕΙΣ ΤΗΝ ΑΒΑΣΑ
HONORARY IONIAN CONSULATE IN ABASHA
الفخرية الأيوني القنصلية في خجل"
The man gathered all his strength and stepped inside. A woman, the receptionist of the embassy, immediately recognized him and said:
"Hello Your Excellency, how may I be of serv-
"I need to meet the Ionian Consul right now!" he demanded.
"Excuse me sir but he is on an important phone call with Algolis right now. I believe it was about the issue you brought to him yesterday-
"I have some arguments that can help him convince the Ionian government to send help here! He needs to hear them quickly-
*clack!* that was the sound of a phone being put down. The Ionian Consul exited the room behind the reception desk with a neutral look on his face. A few seconds later he noticed the Governor's presence.
"Al-Merhad my friend! I have great news! The Ionian government agreed! We'll be sending help and supplies to aid you in dealing with the drought, famine and diseases ASAP!"
The governor almost passed out! For him this was a true sign of a hope, a miracle! "Maybe", he thought, "there is some hope left in Jurzan!"
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