Qais, the old man who acquired his title for his old age, was there when he arrived. He was in his eighties, and yet, he still full of wit. His consciousness and mind are well, but he is short (and it seems that Rammah is the only one who inherited that from him). His body is was once muscled, but now sagged from years away from movement and fighting. He loves to wear his wide garment with long loose sleeves, and as such, it is draped on him as Rammah joins him.

In the waist there is a belt with the emblem of his tribe embellished, which is greatly cherished. Old age and misery cover his face along with numerous wrinkles, and the harsh heat of the sun gives him an intense darkness. He is satisfied with wearing a light, cotton ghutra over his head which hangs to his shoulders; in the middle of which is a black headband made of wool.

Because of his back pain, he asked the most skilled carpenters of the tribe to design a modest, wooden throne for him to sit on, despite the customs of the tribes. They believe in sitting on the ground, but age has its own rules!