“ Truth be told sir, I have travelled to seventeen countries around the world and have tested over a hundred brand of coffee, none is as good as the coffee in your city.” Says a young Elkond as he walks alongside side Mahir, the Kalifa of Damascus. Mahir hums inwardly and keeps on sauntering along with his guest, while a group of entourage, consisting of solely female soldiers, walk after them. In their possessions are chromium plated swords and golden based daggers. They are scoffed across their faces, revealing just their mascaraed eyes. Confused on if he had something off point, Elkonds chooses to clear the air by reiterating what...