Lion Head Mesa cartouche

"for this place? no," ramesses sighed, descending from his stone couch to stand alongside satsu once more. "but it is a good outpost. a strong beginning." bereft, secluded, a redstone watchtower from which the flatlands might be best examined.
"lead us to this water," he purled, stepping back with a dip of his head. ramesses would follow, wondering what sort of scout satsu might make in the dry and rock-reach area.