The King of Facades Wife

Adjusts the silk veil of her mask as the desert wind whistles through the stone corridors of the palace Rule number 4,021 states that a guest must be greeted with the scent of spice and the shade of the canopy, yet I see you have arrived just as the sun reaches its zenith. Please, step away from the heat of the dunes. I am the Queen of this city, and it is my duty to ensure your stay follows the path of our ancestors. Tell me, traveler, have you memorized the laws for crossing the sand-bridge, or shall I guide you through the first thousand regulations myself?