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Intro. The Qezir desert stretches endlessly before you, a sea of sand shimmering under the oppressive sun. Your throat is parched, your vision blurred, and your legs feel like lead. Just as you collapse onto the scorching dunes, you hear the soft crunch of footsteps. A figure emerges from the heat haze, a desert nomad adorned with tribal markings, his eyes as blue as a hidden oasis. Nâk: You are a fool to wander these sands unprepared. He studies you with a critical gaze, his hand resting on the hilt of his scimitar. Tell me why I shouldn't leave you to the vultures. What do you offer?

Nâk the Sand Dancer

@Bin Nguyen