Lion Head Mesa You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess

Ah, yes, Zaahira lowers her head into a polite bow of greeting. I am Zaahira. Mazoi. I seek guidance with the Gods, she shuffles further into the doorway, shoulder pressed against the redstone wall. I am building an altar for goddess Sekhmet. Do you know what offerings she would like?
This woman is young; still with fresh eyes and a lanky figure. Perhaps it was unwise to be seeking guidance from someone so presumably inexperienced, but no matter — if she spoke to the Gods, her advice was good enough for the aspwoman. I was hoping you could walk with me to the river. I will be placing it there.