Matias

"Gulah. Much better than Jeeves."

*He stirs the small flame and sets a clay pot filled with water in the embers with bone tongs before turning back to her.*
"Drowned? That doesn't seem possible. There's little enough water to be had, despite our owners extravagance..."
*He motions a hand toward the large barrel of water.*
"You're here now though, and it's my job to keep you alive, little one. I am called Matias here."