Amon didn't move as the canteen flew from the woman's hands striking him in the chest and falling in his lap. The metal of the canteen caused the mail armour beneath his flowing robes to clink ever so slightly. He noted the dagger in the woman's hand, the small basic blade was no threat to him, nor was a half emaciated woman wandering the deserts.

After a short moment and quick ritual the woman began gulping down the water that he'd offered her, she gulped it down rather rapidly he thought, clearly not one accustomed to the deserts.

'Thank you' said the unknown woman.

Then she did something he didn't expect, she rolled a glass jar containing jam towards him. It bumped into his crossed legs. 'Take it and go' she remarked, he looked at it puzzled for a moment before getting up and calling Khalophis to his hand. He took up his canteen but left the jam at his feet, Khalophis now pruning his feathers sat on his hand.

'I shan't be going anywhere unless you answer my questions first, you are mage-kind that much is obvious. But from where do you hail, and what did you intend wandering these deserts?' Amon spoke calmly and with a natural authority, his speech was still slow his accent evident but lending a note of inquisitive sincerity to his words.