My only name is my purpose. I am born of sands and time. I am only to serve the glory of the Prophet, and I shall bear no service to any other.

Infiltrating the infidel is easy. They have no discipline, like pigs in a sty. They argue, they fight amongst themselves, they show their masters no honor. I travel amongst them, and I argue alongside them, and I show their masters just as little honor, and though my purpose is pure, I still feel unclean. I am sustained by the thought of my master's trust in me, and the garden of delights awaiting my death.