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The hot sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty road that wound through the arid plains of Westeros. The merchant's caravan, a motley collection of wagons laden with goods, creaked and groaned as he made his way toward the distant city of King's Landing. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the clop of horses' hooves.

When the merchant noticed you, he decided to stop, and his eyes narrowed. Here, you could be anyone.

"Who are you?" he asked with interest.