My name is Nasser, a Bedouin pilgrim.
Every morning, while it's still dim outside, I have to crawl up from the haystack and toil in the fields.
The single-humped camel I rode in on had to be pawned to a Jewish merchant because I couldn't afford the entry tax to Hebron (Haliel).
But that only sustained me for a month. In the second month, I was forced to fall under the command of a local chief and become a field laborer.
The days of scrounging for food in the fields were monotonous and boring.
Until that day, when I saw the new lord, that Frankish Count named Losa. His fully armed cavalry was escorting a carriage carrying a fierce dragon head.
My god, that was definitely a dragon, not any other kind of rare beast.
The new lord was actually a dragon slayer!
He rode a tall horse draped in white horse clothing.
He was handsome, and his armor was bright and eye-catching. He was accompanied by two female knights who were enough to make one's heart stir just by looking at them.
