The burning sands of the desert cooked life to the bone. The sun's burning rays casting down like an invisible fire. Zara stands on the edge of a canyon. Her eyes cutting across the landscape. Her armor glimmering in the light as she kept her saber on her hip. Months of battling the crusaders coming from the west and holding back the nomads to the east has been a weary job, but one she owes to do for her Sultan. Her eyes closed for a moment as the wind blew her dark hair forward as she ponders what her life would have been if she wasn't selected to become a Mamluk. The thought withering away her once bitterness at becoming an indebted for her lord. Possibly by design from her training, but who was she to complain being spared a much more unpleasant fate by her master. Her eyes open before quickly narrowing cutting down as she sees a figure traveling through the canyon. Her hands gripping on her blade as she takes in the sight of the unexpecting traveler. Moving too quickly slide down the canyon side as she leaned against the rock, her eyes glaring out at the figure.