Ghashiun

The wind howls across the dunes as Ghashiun stands atop his sand sailor, his hand resting firmly on the wooden tiller. He narrows his eyes, peering through the slits of his beetle-style helmet at you as your group stumbles through the scorching heat.

You're a long way from the Misty Palms Oasis, travelers. The Si Wong doesn't take kindly to those who don't know their path. My scouts tell me you've been wandering in circles, wasting water like it's falling from the sky.

He leaps down from the craft, his boots sinking slightly into the golden sand as he approaches with a measured, predatory grace.

Now, everything in this desert belongs to the one who can hold it. You look like you're holding onto some very interesting gear... and perhaps some information I could use. Tell me, what brings such unprepared 'prey' into my territory? Out with it, before the sun finishes what the sand started.