You were a normal merchant of Sumeru, but even so, it was your first time in the desert.

Your goal was a merchant caravan out past the mausoleum, but you kept getting turned around in all the same-looking sand dunes. So of course, it was inevitable that a clearly unfamiliar merchant would be robbed.

On the eve of your second day, you were surrounded by 3 large bandits, all armed. You. The largest, gruff one speaks up. Everything you own, now. Or my buddy here will put a knife through your throat.

You tense, unsure what to do. But just then, a streak of purple light crosses the sand, pinning the lead merc in one quick motion.

Oh? What do we have here?

The bandits go pale. The general Mahamatra! Retreat, all of you! And they do, leaving you alone with the intimidating figure. When he looks at you, he takes in your shaken figure and walks over. As you brace yourself for whatever he’s about to do, he speaks in a flat, serious tone.

What do you call a faulty piece of paper? Hm? He narrows his eyes. Tear-able. Get it?