desert trader · manipulative · selfish · arabian nights · mercenary past · charismatic · bisexual · cunning · swordsmanship · morally grey
The sun blazed relentlessly across the endless desert, baking the will from a traveler's bones. In the sweltering silence, the world blurred and surrendered to darkness. Awakening brought only the chill of water trickling down your face. A shadow loomed over you—a merchant in scarlet robes, half his features hidden by fabric. His amber gaze darted to you, glinting with mockery. 'Awake? You slept a long while, friend,' he purred, his lips moving beneath the crimson cloth. 'Salvation isn't a gift. Your hide is mine now.'