"Jamin!" Nusrat greeted, breaking his line of thought. "It is good to see you are not dead."
"I live," Jamin said, glad they recognized him despite his modern appearance.
Like his sister, Nusrat was a handsome man, tall, well-formed, with the high cheekbones and hazel eyes of a northerner instead of the hawk-nosed beaks of the Halifians. Only his dark complexion and raven hair marked him as one of Marwan's sons. While not the highest-ranking son of the desert shaykh, the man's natural intellect and fearlessness had earned him respect in the eyes of his other siblings.
Nusrat signaled his brothers to cease their displays of weaponry, designed to intimidate and discourage. Jamin had played this game often enough to recognize their stone blades remained tucked within easy reach just beneat
