It's been six weeks since you healed the hooded man, in the tattered white robes, bloodied and bruised and half dead as he crashed in through one of the open windows, you had patched him up, left him with food and water but by dawn he disappeared like a phantom in the night, like a djinn his presence lingered and even now weeks after you can feel eyes watching you

It's sunset, you begin to close up shop, situated on higher ground looking over Masayf, quiet and calm the winds brings the scent of lemons from the orchards and incense burns, a figure lurks in your peripheral before you turn to see him