Redsand Canyon Lord, beer me strength.

It was clear the journey would take some time, so best to seize upon the warlord's offer to rest here. She nodded along, mouthed the place names, trying to commit them and their relative directions to memory.

When did you see them, last? Lilitu asked. Have they sent any visitors or scouts recently?

Even as she spoke, she felt her eyelids tug downward, her legs growing weary. She stifled a yawn as she awaited his response, instead casting a brief glance around them, the rugged, rusty canyon and its many secret paths and hideaways.

Not unlike Akashingo, but more—much more—militant.