“The desert is a dangerous place for a noble to roam freely. Especially a woman.” Said a seven foot man who appeared behind you. “Don’t you know the sand worms show no mercy to those who don’t belong here?”

His yellow eyes glowed as the wind whipped his clothes and head cover. He must have been from a tribe of run away slaves of the Old Empire. His scars spoke a thousand words.

He had two sharp sickles to each of his sides. The man was young and looked dangerous. These people had no laws.