Maia's curious gaze wandered over everything and everyone it could reach as she was led into the palace and around its interior. Though the architecture didn't draw any gasps from her, she couldn't stop herself from staring at the people they passed. Once they were in the quarters, her shyness and awkwardness became melancholy as she recounted the tale of her people and the fall of Ulduvai as far as she'd known. But then, she wondered what was being spoken of at the mention of scheduling. For what? Excavation? She became slightly annoyed that they prioritized raffling through things about her people above actually meeting and helping them. It was not unlike a houseguest trying to go through one's closets before addressing the host.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and shook her head at yet another mention of Cheliax. That and the early actions of the guards in Galadon's employ made his words about welcoming allies and not shrinking from danger seem hollow. "This...quarrel you have with your rivals is a bit of a nuisance, to be honest. And what is it that you're scheduled for? You speak as if this is 'your' land and as if 'I' am the guest here. The Shory have been here for centuries. You can spend months dusting off abandoned objects and trying to restore buildings or you can move forward and get concrete answers from those that still live, including myself."<br/><br/>"You're not going to find a lot on these grounds. Ulduvai sailed the skies before it landed here. These ruins are places of people that lifted their gazes skyward in awe and wonder of the Shory and those lucky few merchants that traded with us. Your excavations will lead to patchwork at best. If your goal is to learn of the Shory, you'll find more in Ulduvai than in the ruins around it. The city may be cursed and the architecture warped, but our libraries have been kept intact for the most part."