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These streets in the poor section of the great and prosperous desert kingdom of Sutran are a dirty and hopeless place. A few poor street vendors cry out their wares, both of which man and product have seen better days. The grudgy streets are riddled with alleys and winding passage full of the poor, the despondent, and the homeless. Filthy children stare out from dark hovel and doorways with lifeless eyes and thin frightened frames draped with rags and sickness.

Everyone notices of course, and watches. The merchants are a different story, literally bum rushing Torment with goods and wares, offering everything from dried yams and meat pies of indiscriminate meats to... well... just about everything else.

Most of it is shoddy, the rest is crap, and a good deal is just blatantly illegal.

In the span of the next five or so minutes Torment has moved into a less populated section of the poor district, leaving behind him a trail of shocked people and small furry animal which will probably become mugging victims and lunch respectively.

As you turn a dirty corner a wild eyed man leaps out of the shadows and grabs your wrist. The first thing you should notice is that his rags started as something other than rags, the heavily stained fabric and washed out colors could have once been rich finery. Secondly, the man isn't going for the chain on your wrist, a first for anyone who had come in contact before.

"Take it!!!"

He hisses, pressing an object into your hand and thrusting his guant face into yours.

"You're the one! The one who burns like a thousand desert suns, this is yours, TAKE IT!!!"

He rips his hand away from yours, leaving the object with you. Blood drips from what remains of the fingers on that hand, each look to have been torn off between the first and second knuckle. He cackles madly and disappears back into the shadows.