Lion Head Mesa You're running out of time.

Down the hall, to the left.

She remembered the steps well, for they led to the spacious chamber where she often danced for the gods and goddesses, or even held lessons for the fellahin.

But on this day, not all steps were taken.

Oh! Nazli— She uttered, nearly stumbling as she turned the corner only to just about tumble over Nazli.

Seems we were both in a bit of a rush, A mused chuckle, trying to play off the embarrassment she now held hot in her cheeks.