Arishe Lord's Mansion.
"What? Absolutely not!"
Adram slammed the table.
He was the Sheikh of the largest Bedouin Tribe nearby, summoned today by the Lord Yasal, but never expected that the first words would be a demand for them to destroy all the water sources and oases, making him flush with anger.
"You're mad, Yasal. If we destroy the water sources, how are we going to survive?"
The lord remained expressionless and said with indifference: "This is Lord Adil's order, not seeking your opinion, nor mine. If we don't comply, we will have to face the Frankish army ourselves."
"I don't care whose order it is, this is asking for our lives!"
"Calm down, Adram. If you weren't a friend with whom I've shared a bowl of water, you wouldn't have the chance to sit here and vent your anger at me. My soldiers would burn you along with your tents in a fire."
Yasal's tone also became angry.
"You can try!"
