Luneshale Pass looks like there's no more room in hell for me

He is toying with her.

She noses at the air, shifting her muzzle briefly and detecting no other scents along with his own. She could only guess at his motives but a solitary desert traveller was almost certainly looking for a place of reprieve.

“I may be able to help, if you’re lost, or looking for somewhere specific,” she offers, steading her posture once more. "You are very near the palace of  Muat-riya, where I live," she adds, so he understood she was not alone.