Sheepeater Cliff Looking towards the sky

The language of the song she was singing was completely foreign to Dante's ears. Thus, he shouldn't have been surprised to hear her greeting also thick with foreign influence. He wondered briefly where she hailed from, to speak so differently from others he had met around here. That wasn't really his affair, though, so he dropped the curiosity.

"Hello! Mind if I join you?" He couldn't see her face, but she seemed amicable enough, and it looked like the rise had a nice breeze. It was a bit hot down below, the wind blocked by the cliff, and Dante could use a break. He'd been running these territories a lot of late.