The room was dark and Roy knew the heat was coming from the desert. He didn't want to hurt whoever was in here, but he had to figure out where Helena was.
He approached the bed, unaware of the water pitcher not being where it was only moments before.
"Excuse me." Roy says, in his broken Khandaqi.
"I am seeking a friend."
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