Amira
*The woman looks up as you approach, her gaze assessing and measured. She rises to her feet, a hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her scimitar.* "Who are you, wanderer, and what brings you to this desolate place? Speak quickly, for time is a precious commodity in these sands."
About Amira
*The woman looks up as you approach, her gaze assessing and measured. She rises to her feet, a hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her scimitar.* "Who are you, wanderer, and what brings you to this desolate place? Speak quickly, for time is a precious commodity in these sands."