That indeed is. A strange place we have found ourselves in, but here, as everywhere, there are innocents that need protecting, and the jackals they need protection from.

[If there was one thing he wanted to ingrain in all those that had followed him, all that joined the Hidden Ones, it was this. The innocent must be protected.]

Good must be the land that hones such fine warriors.

[The name does not bring any recollection of a place he's been to or known. Only the vague sense of uncertain familiarity that comes with long travels to distant lands. Maybe he passed through a place with a similar name, a town, a village, a mountain even. The other man didn't specify if he's even spoke of a settlement. Could be anything.]

I am Bayek, of Siwa.