Zavros blinked as the woman in the distance called out to him. It was a...greeting, of a sort. Combined with a guarded threat of some kind, as if she expected something to jump out at her at the earliest opportunity.<em>Where in Creation did I walk up to?</em>he thought. He'd made this trek all the time - and only now did fate decide to throw interesting things his way on this normally unassuming road!<br/><br/>Regardless, he gave a large wave over his head, and began to make his way through the sand. If the woman noticed anything about him, it was that as he came closer, he was incredibly tall, almost a small giant. That, and he clearly wasn't tiring despite the effort normal mortals had to exert in order to walk through sand consistently. The trail of large footprints behind him indicated he had no problem whatsoever.<br/><br/>"Hey there," Zavros greeted back as he approached. Knapsack of food and water slung to his back, and his smith's hammer resting on his shoulders, he walked up to get a good look at whoever had hailed him. "Don't know about any easy or hard way. I've just had myself a day with way too much interestin' in it, and I'm still clearly gettin' more." He spoke with the accent of a young man who spent all his life along the coast, and particularly that of a farm boy. He looked up at the vessel, before looking back at her. Why did she have this strange sense of familiarity to her...?<br/><br/>"Name's Zavros. You new around here?"