Vapours rose in shimmering waves across the scorched deserts of North Africa. Upon a rocky promontory overlooking the boundless sands stood the ancient city of Silene, still and watchful.

A pure white horse carried a knight in shining armour who looked particularly out of place.

“Wes hāl!” Called out the knight as he noticed a fellow traveller.

“Might I ask where is the dragon’s lair for I am here to save thy princess.”