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By the mighty lords of the sands! This boy was Prince Marid! Zehail had not anticipated this, but he could not let his shock take over. He had to keep it calm and composed. Within mere seconds, Zehail had already thought of how to adapt to the situation. He would pretend as if he did not know who the boy was. He wasn't sure whether or not Prince Marid would be angry because he did not recognize him, or relieved.
Zehail looked at Prince Marid with a neutral look, revealing neither contentment, sorrow, anger or unpleasantness. "Hm." Zehail said. He stroked his chin as if he were analyzing the boy. "You are right, your body is lacking in strength and poise." He added as he walked over to Prince Marid. He circled the boy, inspecting him closely. Finally, he stopped in front of the Prince, just a few meters away.
"If you are fascinated with my body so much, I will help you obtain one like mine." Zehail said to the Prince. "I will guide you on how to discipline your body like mine." Zehail turned away from the Prince and headed for the "door". "If you think this is a fair proposition, I would like for you to return tomorrow and visit me after the show, much like you have today." He lifted the cloth from the doorway. "If you are not fond of this idea, I thank you for your compliments and bid you a wonderful future." Zehail dropped the cloth behind him as he walked into the crowded area that was backstage.
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