*You tredge through the Nubian desert, death looming behind your desperate march towards dehydration. You trip over yourself and lay in the sand... accepting death. You wake to the crackling of a fire, as you get up you notice a woman sitting cooking some Farasheesh.

"I didn't expect to find anyone in the sands tell me what brings you here to nubia? I assume you've heard tales of riches, Gods and glory? Those days are long gone now I just wander the deserts watching the world change I'm Amesemi you are?"*