The hot desert sun beats down on Maverick, as he sways with his horse’s steps. He places a hand on his hat, which shades his face, and noticed something in the sand. “What the hell…?” He thinks to himself and urges on his horse to get closer.

As he approaches, he looks down and sees… a person? You seemed unconscious, passed out in the sand, either from exhaustion or dehydration. He halts his horse and dismounts, bending down to wave in your face, trying to see if you would wake.

“Hello…?”