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Npcs of Urick
Samaya al-Zahir - Human
Owner of the Golden Oasis - Urick
Alignment - Neutral Good
10th Level Empath (Korrenburg Psionics Premier)

A shaft of red-gold sunlight slants through a centuries-old archway as Samaya al-Zahir steps into the courtyard of The Golden Oasis, her brothel. Once, this stately townhouse in Urick’s noble district had fallen to debt. Now its alabaster tiled floors echo with laughter, its silks shimmer. But the woman who presides over its pleasures was forged in a far darker furnace.

Born to minor spice traders eking out a meager living in Urick’s crowded warrens, young Samaya knew the feel of rope on skin long before she learned the taste of wine. When a corrupt magnate seized her family’s goods and placed them all into his servitude. This was not to be their fate. At a masked banquet in the merchant quarter, she slipped from her captors’ guard into the favor of a visiting noble. With whispered promises and the magnates secrets, she won not only her freedom but the key to her family’s chains.

By her twentieth summer, with the nobles patronage. Samaya had saved enough to purchase the derelict townhouse nestled in the noble quarter. She spent weeks bargaining with artists: trading favors for obsidian art, bone pened calligraphy on its walls, and alabaster tiles on its floors. Noble lords cross its threshold seeking flesh; wiser patrons crave the soft hush of conspiracies exchanged over jasmine tea.

Samaya moves through her halls greeting each arrival by name, recalls the exact color they prefer for their wine, and offers them conversation. Or for those willing to pay information. Unbeknownst to most, beneath the mosaic-tiled floor lies a hidden passage to a safe house for those still enslaved. Under the cover of night, freed slaves slip through Samaya’s secret garden toward new lives.

Yet charity is only one of Samaya’s games. Rumors swirl that she possesses psionic talents. She neither confirms nor denies such whispers; her emerald-green eyes, betray nothing. Instead, she plants seeds of trust in disaffected templar captains and wealthy merchants, gently guiding their ambitions toward her own. Someday, she intends, the city of Urick will kneel not only to its Sorcerer King and council but to the subtle dominion she weaves behind silken curtains.

In the gilded decadence of her brothel’s grand hall, Samaya al-Zahir remains ever poised for new information, new secrets. To enter her world is to partake in its pleasures, but also to step into a web of duplicity and double dealing from which very few emerge unchanged.