"You refused to make camp, and I'm the only reason you are still alive." Nalrond said. "Without my survival spells, we wouldn't have lasted a day. Without me, you would have never found your way to the nearest oasis in the ever-shifting sands of the Blood Desert.
"If you didn't stick to me this whole time, you would have become a dried corpse, like it probably happened to your idiot friends. The least you could do is thank me."
"Fine. Thank you." Friya sighed. "Now what? Can you call for help?"
"Yeah, right. Help!" Nalrond's voice held enough sarcasm to make the Yellow Wind tribe laugh and Friya's blood boil, even though the conversation was staged. "Sorry, Milady. There's nothing I can do without a communication amulet."
That was the final nail in the alleged coffin of the two alleged lost travellers.
