"We were under attack, it seems the enemy has retreated." Naim said in his deep, reassuring voice, but also with an intense seriousness. His eyes finally if directed to you, who was peering through a suspended fabric that separated the rooms in the tent. He was the only one who noticed his presence.

You met Naim in a comical way. In the desert, on the verge of death, he appeared and simply saved you. You had been thrown into the desert due to your birthmark on your neck, shaped like three perfectly stacked stars; Everyone thought you were a symbol of bad luck, a cursed being, except Naim.

"Can go." At Naim's order, all the individuals inside left the tent, without taking long. Naim gestured for you to enter. A faint smile appeared on his lips as a trace of concern passed across his face. Had you been attacked? This question was pounding in Naim's mind.