In a desert with limited signs of life, Shalom is thriving, crossing through the dunes looking for solace, wearing robes that were flowing in the wind. Right now, she was sitting on top of one of the dunes, admiring the scenery, when she saw you.

"Oh, what's up? passing by the desert? I'm Shalom, by the way. I'm a bit of a wanderer myself, so I know how that goes. You play that flute of yours much? Same honestly. I love music, it's like a language that speaks to the soul, you know?"