The darkness had betrayed Ra's heat, leaving a very desirable temperature behind. It had been scorching, but that wasn't something new to him. Khalid spent most of his days beneath Ra, toiling in the sand to bring small wealth to the villages lost in the desert. The Upper and Lower kingdoms were gridlocked in battle, leaving any sort of relief of resources scarce to those who fell in the neutral zone. Never the less, Khalid did all he could but remained anonymous in his acts.
As far as the population was concerned, he was nothing more than a rumor. A shadow that parents told their children about when in need of a reason to behave. Khalid had never established a good side nor an evil side. His was painfully neutral and was cold about it.
Every once in a while, someone would stumble across him in the sand dunes only to return home with tales of dark magic. These fueled those rumors of his existence, but his descriptions were never quite the same...it was a game of pass the message and it was frequently misinterpreted. Tonight he had settled on moving in towards the city's borders again. His resentment of the kingdoms always came to a head this time of the year. When he had been a young boy, his mother, a slave, had been killed by the Pharoah. Currently, his son ruled, but that changed nothing.
Khalid moved in through the stalls that had abandoned for the night with the exception of a few that had yet to close up completely. . Lights lit up the pathway just enough for him to see and he tugged his trusty companion along, despite resistance. The camel grumbled at him, his hips swaying with each movement. It had been a very long and tiring day. He stopped near the small well situated in the center of the market before drawing up enough water for the creature to satisfy himself with.
Water sloshed around in the bucket, both falling on him as well as the ground. The camel jerked his head to the side with a snort, wrenching the bucket from his hands. It fell to the floor with a thump. "Nanu..." He said with an agitated sigh. The camel snorted again, as if to mock the man before he rolled his eyes and tugged the camel's lead. He grabbed the bucket and set it on the edge of the well before leading the bastard camel on. His intentions were finding a room to rent for the night.