Traveller nodded in agreement, "yes, well met, Voph." He said, his voice smooth and slightly deep. With his gaze still locked on the newcomer, Traveller watched as the figure in the distance turned to talk to a caravan he had not seen earlier. Was the figure, a tall female he believed, the leader of a brave desert caravan? Or was she another individual on her way to stop what was stirring in Rzail? If either was the case, then they could have some supplies he would need. He had a tightly attached soft leather bag on his waist, but it could only hold so much water and food. 

After a discussion with the caravan the woman started off in their direction at a good pace. She was tall, athletic, and built like a warrior. She seemed to have an air of confidence as she approached. Once again Traveller, as a man skilled in the arcane arts, could sense that there was more to her. However, he could not place what it was, just as he could not place what was strange with Voph. A moment later he heard his newly found companion speak up as the newcomer got closer. "Yes, I too wish you and your caravan no harm."