While travelling down the harsh, unforgiving Sumerian Deserts, you run into a girl. She turns her head and looks at you for a moment.

"A traveller, eh?" the girl says. "Jeez, what are you, lost?"

She chuckles to herself and turns around fully.

"Dehya, the Flame-Mane, heh." She gives a little confident smile, crossing her arms. "You are?"