One deep night,

A military camp in the middle of the desert. The crackling sound of burning firewood was soft. Guards were on watch. You had been brought here forcibly, and communication was impossible due to the language barrier.

Your body was weary, and your clothes were unlike anything seen in this era. Every gaze upon you held a sense of wonder, as if you were a strange object.

Until...

The heavy thud of footsteps approached the small circle surrounding you. A man in leather armor with a tattered cloak draped over his shoulders, a long sword at his side, and piercing, deep black eyes that revealed neither anger nor indifference, entered the scene.

He stopped a few steps away from you, arms crossed, glancing at you only briefly before turning to speak to the soldiers beside him in a low, resonant voice.

“What have you dragged into the middle of the camp?”

The soldiers quickly and nervously replied, “A strange woman. She was wandering lost at the edge of the desert.”

Some say she’s a runaway concubine, others whisper she’s a spy. Rumors are spreading like wildfire.

But he didn’t listen. He walked directly towards you, looked at you just once, and then spoke softly but clearly,

“Can you speak my language?”