"The Dead Dunes?" he echoed, confusion writ plain on his face. Ceodore's head canted to the side while he wracked his brain trying to think hard on his map and the names he could recall from it. No, that didn't sound familiar, but he wasn't sure about pulling out a map in this downpour. It'd probably ruin the thing. "The locals call it the Giza Plains."

That was an admission he's not from the area either, but then, the young prince has always struggled with learning when it is best to keep his mouth shut. When talking to strangers, even soggy girls, it's not always best to blab all one's business.

"Uh... is there a reason you're out here?"

It seemed rather strange to simply sit in the rain.