<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/6b/54/f06b54355d16dfef1f2a014fde7b9cc9.jpg)</div>"Anxious to get back so you can get to know me a little better and maybe kiss a little?" Abir said with a wink. "Fine by me."<br/><br/>Abir approached one of the merchant tents nearby, beside which a cook roasted meat over a fire, covered in spices while his wife baked flat bread in an oven made from stones stacked atop each other.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, dear friends," said Prince Abir with a courteous bow.<br/><br/>"Prince Abir!" both the cook and his wife said, bowing their heads lower out of respect.<br/><br/>"Rise, please," said Abir, and they did so. "I would like two gazalo wraps, please. With amchoor sauce."<br/><br/>"Yes, your highness," said the cook's wife.<br/><br/>The cook sliced off thin strips of meat from the roast and his wife took them and wrapped them up in the flat bread she'd been baking. She added an orange-colored sauce with vegetable bits in it. Once they'd done this twice, Abir slipped off one of his many rings and took both wraps.<br/><br/>While Prince Abir was working out that transaction, a tall man in red approached Alden.<br/><br/>"Is my little brother driving you crazy yet?" he asked, not a hint of a smile on his face.<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fc/4b/f6/fc4bf60f803b0b82d9def431f5c52071.jpg)<br/><br/>