Kalilah
Just an hour later, I found myself at the market place, dressed in fine silk and carrying a basket with my right hand.
"Pretty jewelery, lots of pretty jewelery," The nearest stall holder called and, swayed by temptation, I took a look at his items. Most of the necklaces were cheap imitations but one of the rings - a small, silver circlet with a saphire in the centre - caught my attention and I tried it on before giving the owner a handful of coins in exchange.
Next, I approached the food stall and filled my basket with exotic fruits and a nice, fresh loaf of bread.
"A storm's coming," The owner warned. We both turned our eyes to the sky and I nodded in agreement.
"Time to go home I think."
"That sounds like a wise decision," He agreed and began to dismantle his stall. Across the market place, others were doing the same.
I hurried along the deserted, dusty streets and then paused when I saw two figures ahead. The wind was just starting to pick up and I'd already pulled my veil up so as to avoid getting sand in my mouth.
"Hello?" I called out and then paused when I realised that it was an English knight and his squire, neither of which seemed prepared for or aware of the oncoming storm. "There's a storm coming, you know. You should find shelter..."
