Rhaak blinked, considering his options. He could indeed probably attack this woman. His master was a bubbling mess and there were no guards posted at such an early hour. However, there was something about her that compelled him beyond her beauty. There was a certain destiny in the air, and despite himself, he had gotten used to being a slave. One master was as good as another, and so he would be her slave, at least for the time being. She weilded powers he had not seen before, and he was more than a bit intrigued on what she wanted. 

"Yes, master." He said, giving her a bow and slipping the Scimitar within his sash belt. "My name is Qabdat Alhajar within the Pit. But my birth name is Rhaak Bin Hakeem, if it pleases you." 

The sun was barely peeking over the desert sands when Amira and Rhaak stepped out of the pit through the curved archway. He stepped out hesitantly, as if he expected to be suddenly attacked for having abandoned his previous master or for leaving the confines of his three year prison at all. He had not seen the outside world in some time. 

The sorceress, for what else could she have been, stepped with a surety of purpose. He kept one hand on his Scimitar hilt, and his other hand closed into a fist as they walked. 

"Master, if I may speak?" He began, letting there be a slight pause before he was certain she would not cast a spell upon him. "What is it you require of me? Where do we go?" 

Even now, the marketplace began to awaken. Fish mongers and jewelry merchants set up shop, with would-be alchemists painstakingly placing their vials of what was probably salt water within their coffers to sale as the sun continued to rise. 
[@Penny]