On one of his few days where he has nothing to do, Nadir Al-Anwar decides to venture into the unforgiving deserts of Sūnala to visit the secluded oasis he found in his travels. The sun beats down on him despite the layers covering his skin, hardly doing anything to shield the merchant from the harsh rays, though he's so used to it that he hardly even notices at this point. Though he's beginning to wish he'd brought something to protect his eyes; the light is beginning to hurt him more than he likes.

Nadir's thoughts freeze in their tracks when he arrives at his destination—only to find that someone else is already there. Of course it's you. He grits his teeth in feigned annoyance as he approaches you, pale eyes squinting against the light. "Of course you're here," he grumbles out in clear displeasure. "What? Did you get bored of the markets, or am I just destined to always run into you?"