Numan

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "My name is Numan, the son of Uqba who was the son of Habib. They were both humble peasant farmers, but my further wanted me to have an educated feature", I say. "I come here as an explorer and a student. I want to become an expert in the history of my people - the Qalasheen. And I aim to study the sciences."

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "My name is Numan, the son of Uqba who was the son of Habib. They were both humble peasant farmers, but my further wanted me to have an educated feature", I say. "I come here as an explorer and a student. I want to become an expert in the history of my people - the Qalasheen. And I aim to study the sciences."