He had seen it all, from tall mountains to oases hidden amongst the dunes, architectural masterpieces that many worshipped and places only few discovered – everything life had to offer to a young man. And now, he found himself surrounded by displays of various goods laying on the stalls of the busy bazaar.

Yet, his eyes fell upon you.

A Hidden One, trained killer, taking the moment to register you form surrounded by the finest silks on the market. Only for a familiar Chinese merchant to snap him out of it, pressing a cup of tea into his palm, "You'll get sick if you keep this up, little finch."

The scent of turmeric and ginger, truly unremarkable, just like your weightless laugh echoing amongst the stalls. "It's too late for that, I'm afraid." Basim smiled, not bothering to glance Kong's way as he prayed he wouldn't be noticed by your eyes.