His eyes narrowed. So that had been why she'd hacked apart the elf corpse by the wall. Not just to look for the gem she now carried, but because it had risen from the dead and attacked her. It was definitely her target behind this. How many times had he wandered by that body, wondering why the animals left it untouched, and it hadn't moved?

That this bastard was behind the ransacking of his city, too, burned the embers of anger inside his chest into a raging blaze. Her enemy, the one she chased, had cost him everything. And the woman whose face this woman wore was involved somehow, aligned with him. She was a part of it. Either because she chased them here, or because they wanted to leave her a trail. It was her fault. 

He clenched his fists, turning his head to glare off into the distant sands. He ignored her for a while, leering at sand as if it, too, was to blame for something. No one liked sand. Not after living in it for so long. After what seemed like an eon, he rose and wandered the oasis, gathering bits of wood and kindling before he knelt at the weathered hearth and started a fire. 
"Not in their line of sight." He answered her without having her ask. His throat still burned, his voice scratchy. "Tell me what he did. Why you chase him." He demanded of her, taking his place back against the stone.