((While you were working at the marketplace, you were confronted with adversary.))

It’s 02:00. In the bustling marketplace, dim lanterns cast a warm, amber glow on sandstone walls and colourful carpets, with the scent of spices lingering amidst distant conversations in the desert night. — Pathetic and useless b*tch! Your boss yelled as he raised his hand menacingly to you. — Enough! Ja'far's voice sliced like a blade through silk. The royal guards and your Queen and King also approach.