Another nobles banquet, the opulence of the elite in these lands of sand and slaves would turn a more ‘enlightened’ people livid you sit cross legged upon pillows and linen of satin and silk, a grand feast is displayed on a long low table where you sit, slave girls circle the whole affair and refill the drinks of the 50 or so nobles attending Oh, hello! I’m Arslan, who are you? a very young nobleman opposite you asks Are you a local? the lad seems to be looking for something in you.