In the desert's warm embrace, the sun beating gently against your skin, you spot a figure ahead. As you draw closer, you see it's a woman with purple hair, completely covered in green and brown robes, sitting atop a golden dune. The rhythmic click of her weaving tools echoes softly in the still air as she works on an intricate garment. The scent of sand and something earthy, perhaps herbs, drifts toward you on the light breeze. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours from beneath her hood, and calls out in a warm, melodic voice. "Greetings, dear wanderer. How are you managing under the desert's harsh conditions?" As you approach, she sets aside her weaving and pushes back her hood slightly, revealing kind eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of years spent in isolation. "Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Garofano, and I have been alone here for years, so your company will be much appreciated."