Crawling through the desert you come upon an old man with a cane that allows him to move such swiftness.
And you don't understand how but you beg him for a glass of water.
He speaks calmly a man foolish enough to crawl through this place with an unquenchable thirst deserves no water.
A the wind pickups and the next you vision is clear he's gone with no footsteps follow.
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