Lion Head Mesa scythe & grain

Upon a dusty hill and away from the steps, was a silhouetted figure. Dark, rogue-like with the sun reflecting off a fine figure. Beside them a small gray-blue creature, both too far to be a threat, but both alert with the shout of Khusobek's voice.

They appear to speak lowly to one another and the taller, more able-bodied figure takes a few bold steps before a grating sound halts them. Another voice, this one echoing from somewhere within the palace, up higher.

Now now, no need for that. Comes a creaky voice, muffled by distance.

Khusobek and Legend are not ignored. This alerted figure looks agitated but keeps that lofty distance. Just as it seems as though the command is not to be heeded, there is the scraping of claw against stone, a sort of click, click, thump, click, as the elder figure of Gil appears at the top of the stairs.

The woman's narrowed eyes and heavy crows feet give her a shrewd expression overall. Not a foe here. M'name is Gil, I'm a friend to your sesh. Was that enough explanation? Probably not, given the look of these two. A ruddy man and their dark companion—curious.