"Zariq, no!"
The little man is speaking to the elemental. He tries to stand and eventually manages it. His eyes are not focussed, and he has difficulty keeping his feet. The fiery creatures moves closer but still stays between the party and the man.
"I am Eliyyad of Ekbir, a humble trader and a dabbler in a little magic."
He starts to bow, then very rapidly decides against it. He retreats a step or two, and leans against the wall of the cavern.
"Zaqir is my familiar - a gift of the Jann to one most unworthy to receive it. Yet we travel together and find blessing in one another's company."
"I was travelling with the caravan when it was attacked. I jumped down to find out what had caused us to stop - a mistake, as I soon found out. Before I could do any more than gape like a foolish camel at the ogre which came charging at me, it swung that tree-trunk it used for a club, and caught me in the side of the head. I remember flying through the air but no more until I woke just a moment ago. I had been flung bodily over an outcrop of boulders - and I suppose that it then forgot about me in the heat of battle."
"Did any of the others survive? Entaril? Or his son? Ah, these foul beasts have ended many a good person's life today!"
After this long speech, Eliyyad sways again, and groans as he slides slowly to the ground.
"Perhaps I might trouble you for a blessing, gentle cleric? At least so that I might uncross my eyes?"