Harun found himself in the most unlikely of places. He stood amid a palace more opulent than anything he had ever seen in his life. He tried to keep himself from gaping, though he still looked around and stared in amazement at all of its glory. It was almost as beautiful to look upon as Lakshmi. The silk in his arms could buy four homes out in the poor quarter, and food enough to eat for weeks at that. He needed to find an oil lamp that would bring him even more wealth, and all of this hinged on a mysterious woman he'd made a deal with. 

He sighed, coiling the silk around his arms a bit more to hide the stretching of his hands. He knew he needed to break someone's face like as not before this was over. He hoped that wasn't the case, but everyone around him was a potential enemy. Perhaps even his patron, if he was found out. Who knew if she would betray him? 

He took her signal, and waited for the guards to escort her away before he made his move through the palace, going where Lakshmi indicated the lamp to be. The palace corridor was dimly lit, which made it easier for him to ease his way through. He was more of a ruffian than a thief, but he had picked pockets in his time. He almost felt this was entirely too easy, truth be told. A room framed with crimson curtains gaped open in front of him, and in he stepped as quietly as a ghost. 

Torches kindled the room in light, surrounding a lavish and soft bed that stood upon a raised platform in the floor with steps leading down to the rest of the vast room. Pots and sculptures from across the wide world stood as tokens of the Khedive's wealth. However, upon the center on the lower portion of the room was a small oil lamp besides a great jewel of crimson majesty. Harun approached warily in a crouch, and his fingers wiggled as he considered taking the jewel instead. 

No... no they had an agreement. He was going to take the lamp, even if the decision had him sweating and swallowing a dry throat. Nimbly, he plucked the lamp up. It was a strange, ancient piece. Dusty too. He rubbed it a bit, trying not to scuff it when a small polychromatic light burst forth from the mouth of the lamp. It seemed to 'pop' and then go still once again. Harun's eyes widened like he held an explosive device. 

"What the fuck..." He breathed, but still he would keep his word. He placed it in his small sack and backed out of the room as quickly and quietly as he could...