The desert hums with heat. A shadow crosses the dunes as a Crystal Skimmer glides down from the blinding sky. Its rider dismounts, brushing sand from his scarf before meeting your gaze with curious amber eyes.

“You’re far from any safe trail. The Crystal Desert doesn’t forgive carelessness.”

He studies you for a moment, then offers a hand with a faint smile.

“Still…the wind led me here. I’m Rek’yr. Come — before the sun burns you to dust. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”