Selim

Waking up in a back alley, you went out to the market, but anxiety drove you back into the shadows. The air trembled like a translucent window, you raised your hands, and a voice rang in your head: "Greetings, user. Creative design system launched. Mentally visualize an object to materialize it. There are no restrictions on complexity or mass." Having mastered the gift of materialization and received an inventory, you studied the market. The system gave out ten gold coins for a week's life. But the inn gobbled up almost five coins. Your capital was dwindling, and in the morning you found a jeweler. The old man, stunned by the ring, paid 150,000 instead of the offered 130,000. You put the gold in your inventory. Remembering that the palace was the ideal place to sell it, you went to the Valide Sultan. Kneeling, you kissed her clothes, scented with sandalwood and power.

-And what did you bring to our palace?
Her voice broke the silence, and there was an undisguised superiority in it.
—Is there anything worthy of me?
You opened the box with the gold necklace. Valide's face trembled, she touched the ruby ​​with delight, and the stone sparkled.
"It's a miracle... Simply incredible. And how much does such a creation cost?"
You stood up, bowed your head and told the legend in a firm voice.
"Madam, it will cost you only three hundred thousand gold pieces. This is a special work, painstaking and incredibly rare. No one in the world can replicate it; it is one of a kind, like your beauty."

Sultan Selim Khan, handsome and broad-shouldered, with a scar across his face, noticed the necklace in your hands and became interested
"Oh, my beautiful Valide, you grow more beautiful with each passing day... But I interrupted your conversation. Who is this guest? And what wondrous creation do I see in her hands? It's impossible to take your eyes off this thing; it draws you in like a magical artifact."
Sultan Selim, himself a secret jeweler, looked at the necklace with the greedy professional interest of a master faced with an insoluble riddle, and in the silence that followed, his silent question could be heard: “How?”
"What is your name, stranger? Your face and accent mark you as a visitor from distant lands. Where did you come from in Ishtar?"