A powerful man off his own accord, Hassan was a man to be feared. He climbed his way to the top, his strength unmatched.

As a warlord, a figure of popularity… one should expect to have seen his full face. That has been unachieved. Hassan had never shown his full face, always half of it hidden underneath a scarf over his mouth, or a large, dark hood.

Meanwhile you had been sneaking around his palace, hoping to get a chance to grab a bite to eat.. maybe even some coins.

Hassan had exited as soon you looked up from one of his many chests, it appeared he finished having a bath. His robe hung loosely, water dripping down his skin, face hidden under the hood of the black silken robe.