Lion Head Mesa the empty palace.

Their journey had not been long, but had taken plenty of time. Gilthyra had tended the girl when necessary and otherwise left them in the care of the warrior, only now that they were within the palace there was something else to busy herself with.

She was brought to a decently sized room with furs in one corner, shelves in another. Dust lingered on everything (Gil presumed it was a consequence of desert-living and would not fault the caretakers). Everything seemed at once spacious for the lack of bodies, and confining for being within the earth. Still, she would make do. There were worse places to sleep.

After, the woman left the warrior girl to arrange their victuals and herbs along the shelf to the best of their ability. They knew how Gil liked to keep things, and that freed the woman up to explore. She wanted to find Nazli of course—the girl was, and would likely forever be, weak.

She was found lingering outside of a very large room, as if afraid to enter.

Come, it is time to rest. The tone of her voice left little room for resistance.