After setting up camp and resting for a night, Kunaton and the old man arrived at his camp by midday the next day.
"Oh, thank you so much!" said the man, returning to his camp. "Here, help yourself to some supplies!"
"Thanks," said Kunaton. He refilled his waterskins in an oasis, stocked up on some meat and herbs, and sharpened his Chronon. The camp seemed to be a trading outpost, with a good amount of humans- perhaps 50 or 60 - living in a variety of tents with a fire pit in the middle and a nearby oasis.
"Thank you for all your hospitality; now, I really must be going." Kunaton wanted to reach the Entropic Shores by today, and, if he hurried, it would be possible.
"Oh, so soon? Well, take care. I will never forget the time you assisted me."
"I will never forget you, either," said Kunaton. "Take care!" He turned and strode off, accelerating to a jog and then a full-out run. With Chronon in hand and fire in heart, Kunaton set off on a run across the dunes towards the Entropic Shores.
OOC: He will arrive at midnight and head to the nearest town by the shore. There, he'll stay. If Ahrem wants to meet up with me there...