Hassan el Rashid, the greatest thief in Baghdad, stared at the woman. 'You want me to steal the Ruby of Deceit from the Temple of the Moon?!' She nodded silently. 'Lady, you are out of your turbaned head! I'd steal the Sultan's toe-ring when he kneels at prayer, or the diamond of a Thousand Deaths from his treasury, but no WAY am I fool enough to try this stunt.' With that, he turned away from her, the pouch filled with his 'appointment fee' swingning heavily from his hand. 'If you help me, you will become rich beyond your wildest dreams!' she promised him. His hand on the door, Hassan turned back to give her his full opinion of her lunacy--- and was trapped in her gaze. Her eyes blazed at him, uncannily reflected through the crystal atop her staff. Just before his consciousness dissolved into a blaze of light, Hassan had the feeling that he should never have gotten out of bed that morning. 'Now then,' Lady Shahina purred, 'Are you QUITE sure you don't want to help me?'