Lion Head Mesa the windmills

Maybe someone from the Mereo delegation?

There were men here, warriors from the northern canyon. They sought the murderer of the Queen. Akhtar, however, knew nothing. So, he clung to his duties instead.

He gave a little huff as he tucked another amulet into the wrappings of the Queen, tail idly swishing.

All this fanfare… He murmured idly, casting a glance over his shoulder, before he was back to work.