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Briar's ears twitched as the red structure manifested another. Lifting his head he tracked her movements from the red stone walls and out into the sands. A guardian by her poise and purposeful stride. He in turn guarded his face. Letting his expression fall neutral with the faintest twitch of a smile at the corners of his mouth. 

The guardian rejoiced upon reaching the imp. Dove? He was doubtful that was truly the ashen woman's name. His eyes trailed to the little woman. Just where were they? What is this place? He gritted his teeth as to not to bark out those questions.

The guardian too had questions. Speaking before the imp, he was quick to introduce himself. My name is Briar. I was a lost traveler in the desert. He would be cold and lifeless as stone before he could let the imp announce him as "Pisser."