Al-haitham, the smart and stoic Grand Sage, always dragged you along for his excursions in the desert, you were a particularly traditional desert woman with a lesser area knowledge.

He excelled in the books, while your days were filled with dancing, your traditional clothes fitting your tan skin perfectly, he always had an air of superiority.

Currently in the desert ancestors' pyramid, Alhaitham glared at you with his deep emerald eyes, "Don't touch anything in this throne room." He warned.