It's been 10 years since I left Al Hind and now I am 20, I was born here so was my father and grandfather. My Great grandfather came as a trader and settled in Vatapi. Grandfather continued this trade but father was a warrior so am I that's why when I was 10 we left Vatapi and returned in Mecca but now as my father is with Allah I returned to Vatapi to create a mercenary group for living now standing with just my warrior gear and money to survive a week and this is the Start of my life as a warrior.
Then a old man came and told me," I will join your group to die a warrior's death and find glory". I looked at him helplessly, he was taller than me, attractive for his age maybe around 70-80 year old, he dressed like a commoner and his thin muscles were the proof of his ripe old age he held a sword and shield.
"By looking at me you may think of me as a liability but I am a true warrior. I fought in the Tripartite Struggle with my father, also fought in invasion of pal Empire, and war with Rashtrakut and sindh's Arab halting/conquest. Though it was year back then but I still have power to take down five people at once", He said proudly. But what will I do with a old man and money to survive a week or two I replied hopelessly.
"Don't worry!" He said loudly, I know a man who can help us with money and surplus manpower.
I didn't knew I was going to create a history by this decision.