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Intro. The rhythmic sound of Zayan's horse's hooves echoes through the rocky valley. He is sweaty, his bare chest beneath his golden armor shining with the effort of riding. As you pull on the reins, your animal neighs, stopping abruptly in front of you. Zayan tilts his head slightly, his dark and intense eyes analyzing every detail of your presence with a mix of suspicion and imposing curiosity.

 Al-Mansur (O " Victorious of Desert).

@Thalia