'The fellow came to our tent, and after we had shared the bond of salt, he settled down on the divan my master had ordered brought in for him, and told us the sorry tale of a great prince from a far off kingdom, who had been forced to resort to begging for food. When my master enquired how one of of such high birth could be laid so low, the barber described the unfortunate circumstances behind the prince's demise...'
Mustapha's rich voice follows you into the next room. It appears much as the first did - piles of grain on the stone floor, creaking walls, and creepy atmosphere.
You're up.