The morning sun crept over the dunes, spilling its scorching rays across the desert sands and over the walls of the capital city of Nadira. Latif adjusted the turban atop his head of long, raven hair. Looking down from atop the great temple stairs after praying for a safe journey, he contemplated the sprawling city below as it slowly stirred to life - traders raising the awnings on their stalls in the great bazaar, children chasing stray cats down the twisting alleyways, the braying of pack ...