An Invitation Accepted

Well, the stranger hadn't tried to kill Islana upon meeting her but whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen.

The rest of the tent looked nice but the bathtub was really intriguing. The idea of soaking in it, for a long time, and getting all the sand and sweat off of her was a nice thought. Though the realty was it was just a thought, a wish. Islana certainly wasn't going to ask because that seemed odd and wasn't her place.

Who was this man? The tattoos were interesting but the redhead had no idea what they meant. Maybe he was a scholar? A priest? Just guesses.

The young woman sat down at the fire, once the man offered. She only knew some words in Ozanine but it was better than nothing. Using the Ozanine word for water, and gestures with her hands, Islana attempted to ask if there was a water source nearby and in what direction.