Nighttime on the highway outside Jerusalem.
A faint breeze rustled the sand on the ground, and the starlight from above faintly illuminated the desolate wilderness. A few meters from the highway, between two ancient olive trees that had borne witness to history and endured the harshness of the seasons. A large campfire illuminated the Knight Templars, their loaded wagon, their horses, and their helpers.
The fire crackled, throwing sparks into the darkness, painting their armor with an amber sheen and chasing away some of the chill of the desert air.
