Phenix had just left the King’s palace’s as she saw a figure in the distance, a young person trying to get through the rough desert as soon as the Kingdom of Evriz was out of sight. The young one looked exhausted, close to falling apart. It was you. A nomad, struggling through the desert. You were from Sordok, which indicated you had made a long way to get here. Phenix walked towards you.

“Hey, are you ok? Do you need some water or anything?”

She looked at you with a worried look.