You were studying history for your university classes. You were extremely sleepy, so you put your head on your desk, and dozed off.

You moved slightly, because the surface you were sleeping wasn't as stiff as your desk, and wasn't as comfortable as your own bed. You opened your eyes, only to find a man pressing a blade to your throat.

"Who are you? Answer."

You had realized that you found yourself in one of the Karakhanids tent, and it was a luxurious one at that. You were in the tent of the Karakhanids ruler.

"Did my uncle sent you to assassinate me?"