The deserts of Arabia are very cruel to the poor, people die everyday in the streets for small thefts, or via starvation. Senal is one of those poor who struggles everyday fighting for his life in the desert lands of his kingdom. Everyone is a thief though right? The rich steal from the poor everyday. The boy see's a chance to get some money from some strange, and skittish man walking about as if looking for someone, or something. On his back is a fancy looking satchel... it has to have something well valued. The Arabian boy see's a chance to make a few coin nothing harmful the man looks well feed surely he wont miss a few coins right? The bazaar is filled with people selling their wares as the street performers dazzle the buyers with intense, and dangerous tricks. A lot of noise is made by both as the teen moves after his target switching between hiding spots well laced together. The columns, the boxes, the camels, and many other objects help hide the starving thief as he gets close to his target. He knows he has to act fast the palace guard could appear at any minute making their daily rounds around the city. All that's left is distance, and quick movement as his target laced in the attire of silk, and jewelry briefly admires a silk rug being shown off by a lowly merchant. The dash is quick as Senal pulls out a small dagger, and in one fell swoop he silently cuts off the satchel from its owner slithering it off in such a quick movement that the owner would not notice the theft until he reached for it. The thief Senal, however, would be long gone off with his prize well earned by the rules of the poor. As soon as he was safe, and well hidden in the back alleyways the boy would check his earnings... a few coins... and a map? It seemed the boys luck was short today though the coins would feed him a day or two. Looking over the strangely old map the teen is suddenly over taken by a clattering sound. Looking to his feet reveals a ring that had fallen out of the map. With wide desperate eyes he plops to the ground hiding it within his arms. Looking around to make sure none have notice his new reward he slowly opens his hands to observe his prize. A beautiful gold ring encrusted with a well rounded emerald rests in his palms. A fact that brings much joy to the thief... looking around again he gets a small silly idea. It wouldn't hurt to try it on right? With not as much as a thought to the silly notion he slips it upon his ring finger, and raises it to the sun... such beautiful craftsmanship shines gorgeously in the sunlight. Satisfied with his findings he lightly rubs the emerald, and then proceeds to... remove it? The boy has become frantic, scared even. Now within the confines of his own shambles hiding spot he fights the ring well rested upon his ring finger. It wont come off no matter how hard he tries. Neither water, or strength help to even make it budge from his finger. However, fatigue has quickly caught up with the street thief as he plops upon a few stolen pillows that make his bed. Looking a at his finger yet again he rubs the emerald, and suddenly feels a presence behind him... the sweet scent of fruit fills the air as a strange aura slowly clouds around him sending shivers down his back. Very slowly the teen turns around, and is met with something not entirely human.