The heat above made seeing ahead nearly impossible. Mirages had appeared everywhere, dancing about on what he wanted for the trip across. Sweat trickled down his face, as an image came to view. For a few second, he though it was his mind playing games, but as it came closer it proved his senses wrong. A tall, young warrior made way towards him. He seemed in the exact same condition of need. Kouchen drew his sword, not knowing whether he would be friend or ally made no diference to him, if he was lucky he could loot suppplies off the traveller. The man already had his blade drawn, apparently he too, saw what he had wnated not to see.
Kouchen struck a battle pose, ready for any attack, but the image only came closer until it stopped halfway towrds him. Only time would tell.....