The town was quaint and a tourist attraction to the local hotels; a few bars were open until early hours of the morning, local businesses, cafes, shops and souvenir stalls. It was a friendly place, with locals that knew each other, restaurants that took turns to advertise as to spread the costs, and many beaches.
Nahla was set up on one of these beaches; Porto Cristo to be specific. With her was a little stall just off the path that led to the main sanded area; an array of trinkets and charms crafted by hand on her table, a set of yarns and beads for her braiding offers, and a small selection of beaded necklaces and earrings. She herself was donned in a long, thin dress with many bright patterns and colours. Her hair was braided atop her head with a few strands falling down.
She glanced around, looking for anyone wishing to listen to her or interested in her wares, a carving knife and a small wooden block in hand.