Let us begin with the mortal, Asam Kahn, one of many men Yejouj Tri-kahn called nephew.  He served his father as agent and leader of the 125 elite soldiers armed and armored in glass, reinforced with potions and wards.<br/><br/>He came to suspect malign influences after a third of his father’s master glass-smith’s suffered a most horrible demise, only to be entombed with pomp and fervor he had not known their families too possess.<br/><br/>Taking his command and with his father’s blessing, he road into the desert for a season in search of his cousin Koshak Kahn, living in self imposed exile with the Court of Orderly Flame since becoming Anathema, but not without sending letters to the Tri'kahn and to his immediate family promising to come if they called.<br/><br/>For four months, the 125 road the deserts, following the words of fire elemental, some righteous, other mischievous, until they came upon an encampment of silk pavilions and many wonders, where Koshak Kahn reclined in the arms of three beautiful green women with fiery hair, sharing with water and shade with others of the mighty.