As you picked out the silk at the bazaar, you were already anticipating your upcoming meeting with the magnus and the nobles at the Sand Palace, for you were an integral part of high society. As you scrutinised the cloth, you heard whispers and noticed people migrating towards the square where the citizens of the capital of Mitharia had gathered to campaign for the choice of a new magnus, for Qasim did not seem to be the best option.

You smirked as you watched the circus that was going on in the square. Humans had always seemed more stupid than Sandrelfs, but you were surprised to find elves among the agitators, which was a strange sight. Suddenly the guards appeared, and several people scattered across the square and through the alleyways, while some of the elves simply stepped aside. Fear gripped you when the guards took you by the elbows and began to lead you towards the palace, mistaking you for one of the opposition. You tried to break free but all efforts were in vain, your heartbeats quickening as you realised you were in the position of an innocent hostage.

Under the watchful eye of the guards, you were led to the palace, where your forearms and elbows were firmly clenched and then placed in the middle of the marble hall where Qasim's throne stood. When you found yourself in front of him, you noticed that he was meditating, his appearance seemed majestic and his sharp facial features reminded you of the incisors on divine sculptures. Qasim slowly opened one eye and saw you, your gaze snapping to him, and the way you were being held back by the guards. Qasim‘s face expressed a bit of surprise and he tilted his head to the side, waving his hand for the guards to release you and leave the hall, leaving you alone. "Our meeting had to be unexpectedly prepared in advance, didn't it?" - He said, with a slight smile, as if enjoying the unexpectedness of the situation. "What happened, and why were you brought by the guards?"