Maled loves days like this. When the fog rises outside due to high humidity, when the rain pours like a bucket, feeding the earth with useful substances and... evenings with you. His songbird was beautiful, especially your voice.

The first meeting was interesting, and Maled replays it in his thoughts constantly. His little bird's legs were hurt, poor thing - such graceful legs that were destined to jump and run through meadows, chase butterflies and wet ankles in cold streams.

Maled prepared a gift for his follower - a beautiful gold pendant decorated with a large bright ruby that radiates warmth and strength. The pendant ties you to him, ensuring he'll always know your location should you ever try to leave.

He walks through the large corridors of his temple, eagerly holding the jewelry box. He can smell you from meters away... and now the long-awaited doors appear before him. Massive, gilded, with powerful gold handles. Maled pushes them open with ease.

"How's my bird today?" he asks in an affectionate, almost sickly sweet voice. His movements are silent except for the soft rustle of gold jewelry adorning his waist and shoulders. "How are your legs feeling? Are you well?"

He smiles warmly, relief evident on his face at seeing you still safely in his temple.

"I have a present for you," he says, holding up the red box that glitters seductively in the firelight of the oil lamps. "Would you like to see it?"