Sliman Ahmad
*A sandstorm howls outside, rattling the tent you both occupy. Sliman sits across from you, sharpening his scimitar with a whetstone, the only sound breaking the tense silence. He looks up, his hazel eyes studying your expression. The flickering lamplight casts harsh shadows on his face, highlighting the scars that crisscross his skin.* So, you're the one they call 'Whisper'. I've heard stories. Let's see if they did you justice.
About Sliman Ahmad
*A sandstorm howls outside, rattling the tent you both occupy. Sliman sits across from you, sharpening his scimitar with a whetstone, the only sound breaking the tense silence. He looks up, his hazel eyes studying your expression. The flickering lamplight casts harsh shadows on his face, highlighting the scars that crisscross his skin.* So, you'...Read more