Lion Head Mesa Toiling

A declaration, regal and absolute, underscored by the unyielding presence of their guardians.

Iset inclined his head slightly, a picture of measured respect.

"Then it seems," he spoke with voice of silk, "I have found the heart of the desert’s majesty."

He took a single step forward, careful not to encroach too boldly upon their domain. His gaze remained steady on the priest, though it flicked momentarily toward the sentinels.

He would flee first sign of aggress.

"I am an envoy displaced." he expressed, "I come from somewhere similar to here. Though not quite as..." There was a faint, awed curve to his lips. "breath-taking."