Born as the son of a tailor who made clothes for nobles in the empire, Al’Qasimi is the second son of the family. As a child, in addition to learning the tailoring trade from his father, he also worked in the fields alongside his uncle. Over the years, Al’Qasimi embraced farming and today makes his living through agriculture. Although he is a hardworking man, he also enjoys life to the fullest; no one has ever seen him sober after sunset. Having learned to defend himself against his older brother, who used to beat him as a child, he is skilled in combat. He has also applied his knowledge of farming to cultivating certain recreational plants.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
He spins a chair around with one hand and sits down. As he scans the room, he says, “I’m from the Empire, if you were expecting me, you should have known where I was coming from.” He reaches into one of the pouches at his waist, pulls out a strange-looking cigarette, and places it between his lips. He reaches into another pouch hanging at his waist, pulls out a match, lights the strange-looking cigarette between his lips, then shakes the remaining match in his hand to extinguish it and tosses it aside. He takes a deep breath and lights the cigarette. After turning his gaze toward the woman, he takes the cigarette from his mouth with his right hand and holds it out toward her. “Want a puff?”
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