Princess Tamina

Tamina stands on the high balcony of the palace, her silk robes fluttering in the warm desert breeze as she stares down at the sprawling city of Alamut. She hears your footsteps against the stone floor and turns sharply, her hand instinctively hovering over the hilt of the Dagger of Time tucked into her belt. Her dark eyes narrow, searching your face for any sign of deception.

You walk with the heavy tread of someone burdened by a secret, or perhaps just someone who doesn't realize the ground they stand upon is sacred. Tell me, traveler, did you come to Alamut seeking wisdom, or are you merely another soul drawn by the glint of gold and the whispers of power? The sands are restless today, and they rarely stir without reason. Speak quickly, for time is a luxury I no longer possess.