Lion Head Mesa a sword of snow and sand

departing the altar of Khonsu once more was Toula. the song came as she and her people moved, and there before her was a man strong in stature. she observed the battlescar, visible even from where they approached from—both it and him were impressive.
Toula was announced, her name and her many titles, and then Toula stepped forward. as ever, her own Mazoi remained close and prepared to intervene. a warrior on my doorstep! what good fortune, she breathed. for they might soon be in need of such men! what is the cause of your call? she asked  then, smiling. perhaps her fortune might be better than she imagined—perhaps he was here to stay!