Perhaps he would be more helpful if he spent less time ruminating and more time actually helping that poor soul out of the harsh desert sun and sand. He clucks his tongue, urging his mount forward and, within moments, is sliding down out of the saddle not far from the figure stumbling through the sand.
... not far from the kid, in point of fact, and frown settles itself on his face.
"Hello," he says, and reaches up to pull back his hood. "The middle of the Dune Sea seems an odd place to find yourself." There's a question in his words: what are you doing here, child?
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Date: 2023-06-19 04:12 am (UTC)... not far from the kid, in point of fact, and frown settles itself on his face.
"Hello," he says, and reaches up to pull back his hood. "The middle of the Dune Sea seems an odd place to find yourself." There's a question in his words: what are you doing here, child?