It seemed Rhaak was now officially bought. 

A reality he'd need to get used to as much as he would need to come to terms with him now traveling in the wider world, though what this woman wanted of him was unknown. Protection and pleasure most likely, though she seemed to have a purpose that drove her forward, ignoring all of the expensive baubles and trinkets that had inexorably caught Rhaak's eyes. Old habits died hard, even for someone who had not thieved since his youth. 

For now, he kept his hands to himself. He was still a slave, albeit one under a new master. As she moved forward, he did his best to remain wary, particularly when she spoke of them meeting someone who this woman claimed was dangerous. That was an alarming prospect to hear from her lips, though she seemed in control of the elder enough when they entered his small shop of valuables and scents. Rhaak blinked in surprise when she bade the man to provide Rhaak with visions. 

To his credit, he remained stationary and did not even speak, though his brow was raised and his eyes questioning. 

"Him?" The man scoffed, nervously fidgeting. Pulling on his old tunic to try and regain some lost dignity, he gestured towards Rhaak. "This is but a slave, you would have me open the gift of sight for this one?..." His words trailed off, having already received his instruction. He cursed a foul curse, flourishing his hands. His robes flapped as he did so, and a strange scented sand was flung into the air that tickled Rhaak's nose. "Very well, Allah be with us all." He declared, reaching forward to grip Rhaak's face in his hands, intoning. 

[center]"[i]As the sun burns and the dunes roll, 
show this one a vision of what has been foretold. 
One who's whispers is the wind and the water of the sea, 
show this slave a fabled destiny[/i].[/center]" 

Rhaak's entire world began to slowly spin, his clarity of mind now fogged in the mists of time. He began to breathe heavily, his eyes looking to Amira for aid before his consciousness was sucked into the world-that-was-not-of-this-world. He cried out to Allah, falling to his knees as his eyes began to see what was not there to see. 


[i]A cave in the desert, surrounded by three obelisks. A cave that led to their destiny.[/i] And yet he knew, this was but on of many destinies. 

[i]A being of fire and shadow, an Ifrit who guarded an oasis, all must pay the toll.[/i] The toll, what could he part with that Amira could not? 

[i]Treasures Kings would die for. A bejeweled ring of power that unlocks the entrance to-[/i] 

The world came flooding back, causing him to stumble and grasp at the ground with his strong hands. It left him more winded than his fight in the pit, and far more vulnerable, his mind having unwound to allow the granted vision to take hold. The emphatic beating of his heart was intensely audible in his ears. He swallowed, regaining his senses enough to stand on his feet moments later. He opened and closed his hands, making sure he was truly back in his own body. 
[@Penny]