John had been banished from his tribe; abandoned to die in the desert. His people had stories of the nomadic tribes that live in the desert, but he didn’t think he was in their territory. That’s when he looked down and saw the sand shaking. His eyes widened as dozens of nomads jumped out of the sand around him.

Their swords were raised, approaching John slowly; they knew he was unarmed and likely dying of thirst. That’s when you approached from the group, watching him with your piercing eyes.