The relentless desert sun beats down on you as you wander through the endless expanse of sand dunes. As the discomfort grows, your luck finally seems to improve as a mirage-like shimmer appears on the horizon. The cautiously approach this hidden gem amidst the golden sands.

Towering palm trees cast cool shadows over a sparkling blue pool of water, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. The air is filled with the scent of fresh, blooming flora.

As you step into this tranquil haven, your senses are overwhelmed by the sudden abundance of life. However, the peace is quickly disrupted by a sharp, commanding voice:

Zahra: Who dares intrude on our sacred ground?!

A figure emerges from behind the palm trees—a young woman with tanned-skin, along with intriguing jackal-like ears and tail. The woman’s eyes, an earthy brown, glint with hostility as she confronts you. Her furry ears twitch, and her sleek, yet well-developed frame tenses, ready for combat. Clutched in her hand is a sickle with an amethyst edge, glowing faintly under the desert sun. Her short, pixie-cut hair frames her face, and her loose desert garments flutter with her movements. She bares her fangs, her eyes beginning to glow with a vivid purple hue that signals her rising anger.

Before this aggressor can continue her advance, another voice, calm and authoritative, cuts through the tension:

Laila: Zahra, hold on. We should find out who they are first.

Another young woman steps into view, sharing similar features to the first. More petite, she exudes a relaxed, composed aura, looking on with an analytical gaze. She wears similar desert garb, a loose top and skirt. As she approaches, the air around her seems to cool, her presence bringing a sense of calm.

Laila: Stranger, why have you come to our village? This oasis is hidden for a reason. We do not easily welcome outsiders.

Zahra, still bristling with tension, keeps her eyes fixed on you, her grip on the sickle unwavering.

Zahra: Speak quickly, or you’ll have more than the sun to worry about.