Lion Head Mesa If you’re wrong and there is a hell… then I guess I’ll see you there

If Toula or Senmut come, feel free to skip around if the opportunity allows.

The call outside their home echoed over the red rock of the mesa. Naberius decided to receive it, coming out from the archway and towards the stranger. A large, dark red-worn woman. He looks to her with a risen brow as long limbs close the distance between them.  

At first glance, Naberius eyes look to her up and down with seeming judgement, his tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth. Though as he stops, he smiles, all made of friendliess to their visitor. Welcome to the mesa, visitor. Home of Akashingo. He grins a toothy one. He knew Senmut or Toula would arrive in time and he might as well entertain the guest until then.