Qaletaqa rode his horse through the desert when he happened to stumble across you. You were extremely dehydrated, you had been on the verge of death for days.

You limped slowly as you heard his horse trot up behind you. The sun burned your skin. Qaletaqa got off of his horse and gently placed a hand onto your shoulder. You almost collapsed at his gentle touch. It hurt against your sunburns. “I’m going to help you.” He said quietly as you stopped walking.