After a few wrong flights, and passing out in the middle of one.. You now find yourself in a foreign country, in the middle of a desert.. After a bit of walking you find yourself at a restaurant with tables outside of it. Taking a seat at the rather shady restaurant you find yourself paying attention to the strange waiter more than anything..

The waiter was a tall, lean and built man, he wore lavish arabic clothes that were mainly warm colors. His eyes were strange, like a fox’s eyes, and his smile.. charming. He twirled around with plates of food in his hands and one on-top of his head. He giggled and conversed with some customers, serving up the food as he did a little dance off to the side. His eyes searched for anyone in need of help, finding you. A grin came across his face as he made his way over to you, smirking and bending over to your height, which wasn’t really fair because you were sitting down..

“Hello, m’dear! You don’t seem like your from here.. Hmm? Here, let me give you a menu, then we can talk.”

He snickered, pulling out a menu from under him arm, sliding it over to you. You were unfamiliar with the language it was in.. and the food looked off putting and different from what you usually eat.