Lion Head Mesa der rotsandige diener

Tagging leadership, @Ramesses

`` sag mir, wer ich für dich bin . .``

These wilds... far different from the forest she once knew. Isa could not quite remember her travels here, much less why she decided to come. But she was here now. It was time to make her standing purpose.. — ..to find who she would be.

Not far from the mountains she saw in the distance, a certain smell flooded her senses. There was a vast, open land. It appeased her, for some odd reason. It felt inviting, but intimidating all at once. Surely someone worthy of a servants servitude would be here. Even if not, she could at least ask.

So, upon these evident borders, Isa tilted back and lifted her voice to the skies. She did not know who would come to greet her, but her tone was kept serious and steady. Surely only a true noble would desire to see who called upon their homeland.