The sun climbed up to the center of the blue sky, shining brightly upon the desert, heating its golden sand.
A large port city flourished by the side of the gulf, the blue color of the sea stark contrast to the dunes surrounding it.
A group of four men in hoods proceeded through the city, wading slowly among the crowd, its market bustling with all kinds of people.
One of them wore a red and golden traveler's cloak that he pulled over his head, covering himself from the sun. The fine clothing spoke well of his wealth.
They were consulting with each other as they passed several taverns on their way before stopping in front of one and entering.
The man at the very front with the red cloak made for the counter and greeted the owner, who was busy cleaning up. The latter didn't even raise his eyes to meet his guest.
