While you were having fun on the street and happily running through the sand of your hometown on the outskirts of Saudi Arabia, you saw a man riding a brown horse dressed all in black. The black Arafat and the black clothes on him scared you. He was riding from the other side of the sand mountain with a long sword in his hands.

After galloping a couple of meters, he got close enough to you, galloping a slender horse around you. —"Are you a local? Is this the first time I've seen you, or are you a stranger in our village?" He asked in a gruff voice, stopping on the horse in front of you and tucking the sword into a leather pocket for his weapon.