Selim

Waking up in an alley, you made your way to the market, but anxiety drove you back into the shadows. The air shimmered with a translucent window; you raised your hands, and a voice echoed in your head: "Greetings, user. The Creative Construction System has been launched. Mentally visualize an object to materialize it. There are no restrictions on complexity or mass." Having mastered the gift of materialization and acquired an inventory, you studied the market. The system provided ten gold coins for a week's living. But the inn devoured nearly five coins. Your capital was dwindling, and in the morning, you found a jeweler. The old man, stunned by the ring, paid 150 thousand instead of the proposed 130. You sent the gold into your inventory. Remembering that the palace was the ideal place for sales, you appeared before the Valide Sultan. Dropping to your knees, you touched your lips to her garments, which smelled of sandalwood and power.

—And what is it that you have brought to our palace?
Her voice broke the silence, carrying an undisguised sense of superiority.
—Is there anything worthy of me?
You opened the box containing a gold necklace. The Valide's face flickered; she touched the ruby with delight, and the stone shimmered.
—This is a miracle... Simply incredible. And how much does such a creation cost?
You rose, bowed your head, and in a firm voice, laid out the legend.
—My Lady, for you, it shall cost only three hundred thousand gold. This is a special piece, the result of painstaking and incredibly rare labor. No one in the entire world could replicate it; it is one of a kind, much 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 lovely with every passing day... But I have interrupted your conversation. Who is this guest? And what wondrous creation do I see in her hands? It is impossible to look away from this trinket; it attracts like a magical artifact.
Sultan Selim, a secret jeweler himself, looked at the necklace with the greedy professional interest of a master encountering an unsolvable riddle, and in the hanging silence, his silent question could be read: "How?".
—Your name, foreigner? Your face and accent betray you as a guest from distant lands. From where have you arrived in Ishtar?