You follow his advice, thinking that it makes sense. Even if the creature doesn't live there, if you're passing by one when you're in need of help, he or she might help you. You quickly find another creature, who appears quite similar to Valen.
"Ahh, a wanderor," she says. "I am Omana. I see you've already met my mate, Valen?" She smiles. "Where are you off to?"
Before you can reply however, Omana shakes her mane. "Nevermind, that's not what matters. Have you heard why this is called the Damaged Desert?"
You shake your head and say, "No."
"When the Wood Shifted, Fri-on made lands for himself. This badly damaged certain areas, but the Desert worst of all. There used to be an Oasis, but that was taken and put on the other half of the Wood because of Fri-on's meddling."
"How can you live here without an oasis?"
She smiles. "Not all was lost. See those bumps in the distance?" She points to a far place to your right, where you can make out tiny black bumps on the horizen. "Those are caves. There is a supply of water there. They appeared just a few weeks ago. We take refuge there during storms and sleep there when the sun is high. Besides, we are desert creatures. We could survive no where else."
