Lion Head Mesa The journey

A strong man bathed in black and three others came to greet her, and from this display she could boldly tell his nobility, or status, and she bowed her head before she responded to the question asked of her. They spoke common, but she greeted them in her own tounge, followed with common, yet accented: “Tahiaatun, I am Tadihor, a weary traveler who is far from home.”

“Who do I have honor of meeting? Where is this place of sand and red stone?”