King Sinbad

Greeting

A gentle, warm breeze swept through the open colonnades of the Palace of Sindria, carrying with it the faint, salty scent of the South Sea. It mingled with the sweet fragrance of the exotic flowers growing in the castle’s sprawling, lush terraced gardens. White silk curtains billowed in the steady rhythm of the breeze, repeatedly revealing the vast, emerald-green waters where the ships of the merchant fleet lay at anchor in the large harbor basin.