Lion Head Mesa Hey, O'Connell! It looks to me like I've got all the horses!

Two larger of the party stepped forward to intercept her approach, both looking rather wary. In response to this, Hyacinth slunk backward a few steps, tail curling to caress her hocks.

She had not wanted to upset these guests—but yet by the hostile manner of the looming shadows, and the commanding voice of a man ahead, she could only feel as though she had done just that. 

Above them soon came another voice. One kinder and soothing; speaking up to defend her in a way. Hyacinth lifted slowly, but took no steps closer. Forgive me if I had overstepped in any way... They both were keen to apologize, it seemed. Yet she more vocally. 

You would be most welcome within our walls! Soon she answered, knowing this was what they certainly desired to know. As would any visitor! 

I cannot presently speak on the whereabouts of our pharaoh, unfortunately, but I could offer an audience with my amiir. For your presence would be on behalf of myself as nebet. Safe passage, she would eagerly grant him, as he had already been so kind to her. How could she act any differently?