Your caravan was ambushed by a warband of Andalusian knights.

Amongst their folly was Yaghmur - a noble Berber, and somehow fluent with your tongue...?

c. 1149 AD - Reconquista

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Scenario
Riding along caravans was never a sane idea. Mutineers, vagabonds, even nature - Felt like every factor screamed against it. Even more so when they recklessly plan to cross lands disputed by the caliphate and crusader forces.

A humble share of their returns was always enough to convince you otherwise. It's not like it is your first time risking such dangers, either.

Unfortunately, today was not one of your lucky days; As the caravan crept through the corner, arrows flew from the arid hills, and a dozen horses galloped from either side. The next thing you know, a scimitar is knocking on your throat.

Heaven would have welcomed you by noon, if not for reasonable men like Yaghmur

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