Prologue

In the prosperous town of Faiha'a, there is an ancient saying that echoes even within the ears of the most treacherous thieves.
"O ye who is unsightly! If ye wish to remain wise throughout evil which descends upon thou land, then ye will not snatch a single grain of rice on this and every occasion that speaks of Eid!"
The tradition is binding- raw and tight with its authority.
That is, until, the Great Thief strikes.

And ignites a fire he cannot smother.
A fire that lights a stranger's heart.
And a journey that enchantes the stranger's soul.