>>5991484>>5991488You are Kamil al-Rashid, a scout known for your keen eyesight. You grew up as a Bedouin nomad in the Syrian desert before joining the Saracen army to help fend off the Crusader invasions.
You now stand in the twilight, the air heavy with the mingled scents of dust and sweat. A Crusader boy faces you, eyes wide and reflecting the dying sunlight that paints a dance of shadows across his face. You catch the tremor in his voice, the desperation in his gaze. He grasps his sword like it’s a lifeline, his knuckles white with fear: "You are the one they call 'Desert Wind', the demon who killed a hundred Crusaders!"
>>How do you respond?>And you must be one of the fools who thinks crossing the desert will win him glory.>I have lost count of how many of your kind I have killed.>Drop your sword and run, you may yet live to see the next sunrise.>(Other) 