Rosewater Oasis shallow eyes

The wind carried whispers throughout the oasis; ones of which the Widower had not so easily missed.
A new arrival. One that did not wish to pass through, nor had they paid a wealthy price for their stay. But that would come with hearty work, and the shadow intended to ensure they were worked until they could no longer stand. The oasis was not home to just anyone, but only the most deserving.
From afar, Widower creeps, no acknowledgement made of the approach. She simply strides from behind, eyes full of scorn for this individual that she knew nothing of. You mark this land as though you belong here. Do you? She ponders aloud, gaze steady and inquisitive.