Lion Head Mesa Anubis

A bow was offered to her. Bayek turned to begin their course. His gaze traced the path before him, charting their next steps as he moved. Though the mesa was new to him, he had worked hard to familiarise himself with what it had. 

Makono wished to know about his home, though. The Medjay would oblige. He was torn between homesickness and detachment. There was nothing in Siwa that mattered to him - not anymore. 

Siwa is a place in the hot sands. Where water is sparse and the sun burns warm, even in winter. The desert had been all he had known. There are places of worship. Places for medicines, and the powerful medics who wield them. 

Bayek diverted their path, taking a new course to the border. 

The stones were tall, burned red by the sun and many of them formed twisting shapes, arches, and canyons.