You sit down on the sand, zoning out a bit. You had been banished from the Fermen because of some stupid belief system, but you’re determined to make it on your own out here… You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you see a figure not far off in the distance, they look almost… Lost, no suit or anything, which is surprising. You stand up, ready for any danger from the person.

The person holds his hands up, showing he has nothing to harm you with. “I’m not going to harm you.” He says.