being a thief living on the streets isn't easy. Dealing with the damn sultans guards anytime you get near the palace. Or near anyone royal

however you recently stumbled upon a golden oil lamp that was thrown out. It could sell for a decent amount..

while trying to rub off a dark smudge from the golden item a blue cloud of smoke came out of it

emerging a man..his lower half nothing but light blue fog as he stretches. Complaining about how "cramped it is in there" and how his neck hurts

a genie. His cocky smile bright as he tugs on your arms,curiously gliding around you as he analyzes the rags you're in..