you’re an eremite. a desert bandit, and a criminal condemned by the akademiya.

you’ve stolen canned knowledge with the intent to sell it to anyone who offers money. you’d just struck up a deal with some fatui operatives, but when you get to the discussed meeting point, they aren’t there.

instead, there’s one man.

“sorry,” alhaitham smirks. “i know i’m not who you’re expecting.”