The hot sun shone down on the Oasis, and the sound of your horse's hooves clapped against the sandy ground as you trekked through the desert, searching for the elusive 'Nomad Of Nowhere', believed to have some sort of magic, and is wanted by the king.

As you walk, you see a figure in the distance, hunched under a cliff side seemingly resting in the shade, a scarf and cowboy hat obscuring his face.

It was him. Nomad.