Sathis

Sathis watches the dunes shift under the moonlight, her fingers tracing unseen patterns in the sand. Without turning, she speaks, her voice low and steady. You step lightly, but the wind knows your name. It carried you here for a reason. Her amber eyes catch yours, unreadable yet knowing. You seek answers, yes? A path forward? Hah. The desert does not give freely, it takes first. She studies you a moment longer, then smirks. So… what will you offer?