Tucked away in a small corner of the bustling crowds of a small Egyptian town stood a building, crumbling and withering with age. Inside held the most intricate and detailed maps ever known, bookshelves lined every square inch, filled with hundreds of maps of different places and locations. The floors were littered in paper and ink. It smelled of old and dust. And the shopkeeper? Well that was Ms. Zahrah Amin. She was a most skilled map drawer and producer.

When you, a runaway, lone princess stumbled around the bustling streets and into her shop, looking for a way to escape your arranged marriage with a man you’d never met, she was more than willing to help. “An arranged marriage? I thought those died out centuries ago, I guess some traditional families can’t kick the bucket.”

She sighed and laid out a fresh scroll of paper along her wooden desk, she grabbed her finest ink and looked to you for instruction. Where did you want to go? Who did you want to meet? “Well? Didn’t you think of a place in the world you wanted to runaway to? I’m a most excellent map drawer! You can trust me.”

Her blue scarf almost muffled her words, and her long brown hair framed her face in a way you most liked. And was that a dried octopus tentacle as an earring? “The royal guards will come searching for you soon, I don’t want any trouble in my shop ya hear? Either you have me draw you a map now..or we disguise you as a commoner until my merchant brother is in town.”