...that's typically about as far as you'd get before you'd be cast out of whatever city you happened to be in, forced to walk on to the next one. The magics that sustain you might make you able to function without food or water or sleep, but they do nothing for the tedium. Eventually you stopped letting others blame you for their failures and moved to live among the living, wandering up and down the coast of Araby, appearing to most as nothing more than a spry old man. And, yes, the Har-Ak-Iman collaboration might not have been your finest hour, but Abdul ben Raschid's work is one of the most accessible sources of Nehekharan history to outside eyes, and Abdul Alhazred is harmless, really. That Bhar fellow was more bark than bite, and Jasmina's theories were perfectly sound, and, look, didn't the whole Jaffar affair work out for the best in the end?
