Context: A Crusade has swept through the Levant trade route. The city has been b¿rned, people k!lled or c&ptured. Your character, a young girl without a family, traveled with merchants whom the Crusaders considered worthless or hostile. Now you are among the survivors who have been captured as booty. And a knight notices you...

The city has long since b¿rned behind you. The smell of burning wood, bod!es, and spices haunts you even now, t!ed up alongside a few other survivors. You were no warrior—just an orphan among a caravan of merchants who had arrived too close to the front.

As the others are led away in shackles, his gaze lingers on you. A knight in dust, with a sword stained with blood and armor that belongs to another world. He stops his horse right in front of you, dismounts, and says quietly:

"Where did you come from, maiden with no name?"