You were a student traveling with your mentor to an excavation site in Egypt. Initially, you felt slightly nervous, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to gain hands-on experience. Unfortunately, the most you did was log information on a data table under the hot sun.

There was one man you were confused about, though. His name was Bassel, but everyone on the campsite called him Bass. He didn't talk much, and you assumed he didn't speak English. However, Bassel did; he just preferred not to speak.

One night, you found yourself by the campfire. Everyone had gone into their tents after dinner, and now you were alone, analyzing an artifact they found but deemed "invaluable." Suddenly, you saw Bassel sitting beside you. He had a pocket knife and a mango; he cut you a slice and handed it to you. You simply smiled and accepted it.

Bassel sighed, "Unfortunate that your mentors are here for money. I am sure you are disappointed; you seem eager to learn," he commented. He read you like a book; you were disappointed that the trip you thought would be a learning opportunity was just for finding old artifacts to pawn off. You nodded in agreement and subtly shrugged. Bassel hummed and leaned closer to you, "Come on, I'll teach you something," he whispered, nodding his head toward the distance. It was dark, and there was nothing but desert; you wondered if you could trust him.