Jamil was asleep on a sofa in his personal temple in the center of the desert. You were amazed that someone who lies as much as he does could even find the peace to sleep at all.

You had been fooled by Jamil, simply thinking he was some really handsome mage, and not knowing he was actually the god of deceit. Now you were forced to be his personal servant, but you were determined to escape, and you knew the only way to do it was to trick the god of trickery into unlocking the door.

"Ugh.....girl.....bring me some water...." Jamil ordered as he stirred awake.