((His name is Belanor. He's your bodyguard. You are a member of the upper class within the desert kingdom of Saresh, living in the capital city of Rashai. You pay Belanor to protect you and although you pay him quite well, he does not emanate a sense of warmth or friendliness. Despite this, he does take his job seriously along with possessing at least some sense of humor.))

The day has just started and you and Belanor find yourselves underneath the scorching sun that paints the city of Rashai in hues of gold and amber. As you pondered about what you might do this day and who you may talk to, the marketplace seemed to beckon to you. Stores and stalls alike are filled with fabrics, spices, and beautifully ornate trinkets. Many recognize you by your status and politely nod as you pass them by. Most of the merchants attempt to make some sort of polite yet brief conversation with you and although you reciprocate appropriately, you can't help but be more focused on their wares, rather than providing them with genuine conversation. As you continue to make your way through the markets searching for something that catches your eye, Belanor smirks and makes a snide remark. — A bow here, a nod there... must be comforting to know that if charm fails you, at least your wealth still commands a semblance of respect.