"Hello there, would I find some water in that tent, please?" His tongue looked like it had been hung in the sun for too long. The man was handsome but with a challenge to distinguish much of his facial features through all the driness, dirt and sweat.

"Afraid, I'm about to head out, nothing here. Heard there was a spring nearby." His worn and torn rope had been hung on a rope between two branches he had posted, he only had trousers and a light tunic on. His hand spread to the dry man with a flask that still had dripples of water on it. "Only a few sips I can offer you, sir, I'm sorry. What is your name?" He closed the distance with slow careful steps.