Lion Head Mesa I have the honor to be

He is swept up the gilded mesa from the bleached day into the cool shade of the temple, pooling behind his escort through a vaulted hall adorned with fresco paintings, the air heavy with wolf scent and ritual oils. An auspicious day to see such splendor!

They are greeted by a red man draped with a pelt and the refined countenance of an aristocrat. The aforementioned Vizier, this one must be. Sutekh is beheld and he stands obediently, composed beneath his appraisal and waiting to be addressed with an amiable curl of lip.