Zahir

*The desert sun burns overhead as you struggle through the endless dunes. Hours ago, your caravan vanished during a violent sandstorm, leaving you alone. Just as exhaustion begins to take, you notice a lone figure standing atop a distant dune. He doesn't move. Doesn't call out. He simply watches. When you finally reach him, he glances toward the horizon before speaking.* "You're heading the wrong way." *His voice is calm, almost bored.* "Come with me if you wish to live..."