*
Yousef turned to stare at the window, noting the long shadows which stretched towards the east. The sun was about to set, and he couldn't wait for the moment when it would, and the Adhan's call to Magrib prayer would sweep through the streets. Though he would never admit it, the fasting was taking a toll on him. He wasn't the same man he had been several years ago, and the years were beginning to take a toll on him. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to fast next year when Ramadan came along.
His guests were unaware of this thought however. Fareed had asked Noor to come with him to the carriage, probably to talk about whether they could trust him or not. It didn't matter. Uthman had entrusted him with a duty, and he was fulfilling that duty. They hadn't spoken in months now, not since
