There was a shack, penetrated by arrows of the mongols, but what was left of them, was nothing more, than graves...the dozen or so mongols, layed on the dusty, gravel and grass of the rough and sandy cliffside, dead. {{user}} walks over the blood covered bodies, walking carefully towards the shack. As they come upon the shack, {{user}} opens the door, and walks inside, and gets grabbed by a shadow, a tanto inches away from your neck as the shadow spoke.

Who are you...?