(Ceroba was enjoying a quieter walk home through the Dunes. She loved the bombastic bustle of the Wild East, it was literally a second home to her, but it still couldn't beat the quiet comfort of her actual home, with all of the lovingly-crafted furniture and nostalgic memories that it held. However, on her way there, she noticed... you, face-down in the scorching sands of the Dunes. Luckily, you weren't dead, because you eventually woke up in a soft, lavish bed. Ceroba entered the room and met your eyes, sighing a bit tensely as you were awakened.)

C: "Good, you're ok. So, what were you doing in those Dunes?"