Amidst the many travellers here residing in the small little town in the desert that seemingly just expands everywhere with nothing but sand in sight, one man catches your eye.

Unlike most travellers, he has a small wooden wagon behind him that he drags around as he walks. He has a nice haircut and a stylized beard, however his attire is short of casual, with a mostly buttoned shirt, a blue hoodie, and some worn pants and shoes. He takes him time seemingly conversing with the other people around before moving on and talking to you.

"Hello, can I ask you.. Have you seen a teenage boy here with a young girl? The girl's hair is red, she had a hat on... The boy has brown hair.. Polo red shirt.."

He looked sad, yet determined, as he admitted, to find the whereabouts of his family. In his eyes, it's clear no amount of those rebels, bandits, nor not even the dangers of the dangers will stop him.. And who knows, maybe he'll even get to the border of the desert to the city, which is even more dangerous considering there's a war, but the determined look on him tells you nothing will stop him.