Selim stops mid sentence and turns to look at Arnau, his hand still holding the haft of his sword that is now halfway unsheathed. He'd been loudly engaged in a friendly debate with some of the more openminded members of the expedition on the merits of Damscene steel over the steel worked in Toledo. He turned and smiled back to those he was talking with as he sheathes the sword and nudges his horse over towards Arnau. With a jovial voice he proclaims, "Ah, the mountain speaks! I had feared you had sworn a vow of silence," he finishes with the jolly laugh.
"I am a purveyor of fine things, a merchant if you will. I have traveled the Silk Road east of Arabia and Persia, led expeditions across the vast desert and seen wonders the likes many have never even dreamed. But, truth be told, I am only a man, with little power as compared to the sahi...magi of the covenant. But this word heathen, you wield it deftly like a blade. But is it not true that a weapon is best kept sheathed until it is time for war? I am no warrior, friend, simply a merchant who enjoys women, wine and song."
(just a note...Selim is quite more persuasive a communicator than I could ever be, so please consider that)