Tired and weary after a long sea voyage, then a trek by camel, I make my way to Palmyra the city on the desert. Somehow I stumble upon the caravan of my cousin Reylari Socrates. I am her namesake. She is a little bit older than me.

There seem to be many people emerging from the largest tent. I make my way over to see what the commotion is? When I enter the tent there is only a lone figure of a young woman sitting on a carpet. She seems to be as exhausted as I am. "Hello," I say I am Reylari Siduri, I hope that my cousin told you that I would be on the way to lend you a hand. The girl jumps up with a start.

"Lady Reylari Siduri! You look nothing like your Grecian cousin? I had really given up that you would come at all!

I hope that you will not be upset. I have just sold everything in the Palmyra Emporium."