Lion Head Mesa to speak the name of the dead is to make him live again

For the lovely @Toula !

A rebirth in a land anew. One of red sands, here again upon alike soil. What a coincidence! Or was it? Perhaps fate drew him to this place. The gods, even, despite what little he knew of them.

Firm in posture, Thutmose creeps further within the region, finding it rather enjoyable to feel heated sand sink beneath his feet. 'Twas a reminder of home, but also one of this journey's purpose.

The frequent wafts of unfamiliar, bodily odors announces the presence of inhabitance. He knows he has come to a place where he will find others — but, will they have what it is he seeks? 

Eager for an answer to this, he wastes no time to lift his voice the air, summoning any who would greet him. That is, if any might at all. They could be secluded individuals for all he knew, known to shun those that come knocking at their doorstep. But no assumptions would be made. 

With patience, Thutmose waits. Hopeful, but never insensibly certain.