Gamis, still in the darkness shrouding the window he was peering in, simply slinked further into said shadows. Names meant little to him, and 'Slamarian' was just another name. He did not need the Khans advice to tell him to distance himself, and, counting on the fact he had not yet been seen, he pulled himself behind a sheet of rusted, corrugated iron which was leaning idly against one of the walls. Instead of fleeing, however, he simply waited and watched. This woman intrigued him, perhaps as much as the man had intrigued him earlier. Perhaps he could find a way to aid in her escape. After all, he could always kill her later if she prooved boring for him.
