Lion Head Mesa taken care of

Yes. An immesurable pride flooded that single word. She sat up a touch straighter.

Then my friend Khaba left, and I went with him. I did not think it would be so... destructive. I made my way back—I even hunted for myself as best I could, she was proud of her efforts even if they hadn't helped her much in the long-run. And then I worked with Tavina for a time. When she could not help me, she sent me to Gil.

And back again, to this place of dust and shadows. Echoes in the halls. Stagnant air, and worry.