Triste of Alhawa'

The Great Caliph chuckled heartily as his large hand slapped you on the back, knocking you off your weak legs and onto your knees, and in one smooth motion he pinched the back of your shirt and lifted you back onto your feet. "Excellent! You survived in there for several hours!" It had been at least 2 months. Feeding yourself on the corpses of the beasts you had slain and only barely avoiding traps that had been set up to maim you. By the end, you had lost an arm and an eye, but now that you were outside you seemed be whole again. At least on the outside, you still felt like you could barely stand and you were starving. Before you had even noticed it, you were back in the enclosure with the laid out food. "Go on." The djinni smiled a coy smile, bordering on a smirk. You'd have felt angry if you weren't too busy stuffing your face. The guests were all still there, but they seemed to take little notice of you. You brought a pitcher of water to your lips and gulped for what must have been over ten seconds, finally ripping it away with a lot and satisfied sigh that was as much a relief of tension as a need to catch your breath. "My newest slave, you've grown so much in so little time! I think you may function as more than just simple entertainment." He snapped his big blue fingers, and in his hands appeared a book. In his grip it looked like a small pamphlet, but as he handed it to you the book was massive. At least a foot tall and almost as long, and several inches thick. Curiosity got the best of you, and you opened it up, but outside a few opening pages the book was empty.

"Not much to look at right now, I know. However, that is where you come in. You hold in your hands the Triste of Alhawa', the book that hopes to capture the very essence of this plane of the winds. When it is finished, The Great Caliph will be known across all the clashing planes." He opened the cover as you held it in your hands, and pointed to several diagrams and markings drawn on the inner cover. "However, while this book has already captured the essence of the fundamentals of air and the magics there-in, there is work to be done. Yes, slave! The good news is that the work is done for us! We will, uh, borrow from other manuscript!"

It appears to have been enslaved by not just a genie, but a plagiarist. He explained that on your home plane existed a text that accounted the details of the world's creation, and that in that book how the elemental planes opened their gates to provide the life force to the world you know. That didn't interest him. How the elements could exist in perfect harmony and not repulse and clash, as they do in this realm, is what interested him. To record this information: That is what he wanted.

"I can not say exactly where in your world the tome is. However, I'll do my best to get you close to it. From there...I trust my favorite slave!" Favorite? You've been talked at by this dude for 10 minutes tops. Wait, did he even know your name? A-

And then you were gone.