Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

she had no family. the fellahin returned with another, silent, laying out fat haunches of rock-dove and the drink of fermented pine-needles.
ramesses indicated the eating space with his head. "thank you, hem," he said by way of dismissing senmut as well. 
and then it was only these two. he sat down gracefully. "do you seek a home, diantha?"