Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

She couldn't hear the impatience in his voice, nor did she spy it in his expression, though the lack of introduction was telling. She knew what it was like to be on the other side of this equation and appreciated the brevity. Towhee gave his question a moment's thought, wondering just how to weave more of her false narrative into the real questions she wanted to ask about Akashingo. With an inward smile, she realized she was sort of stretching her chronicler's muscles, long forgotten to the point of near atrophy.

"What is it called?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Who are the leaders?" Towhee knew that one too, though they were only names to her. She remembered watching Sphyra's interaction with one of them from a distance but couldn't even remember the color of his coat. "What's the, ah, culture like?" That was the question which she really wanted answered.