The ambush hesitated, waiting for the signal from their leader, especially at the sight of the lone traveler who seemed to know they were there.There is silence in the area, before, finally, a shapely, older woman steps out of the trees, dressed in a loose, flowing garment, more appropriate for the desert than for the plains. At least, she<em>appears</em>to be a woman; Draiss can see through her illusion, to the fur, and golden cat eyes, hidden beneath the illusion. A good illusion, too, obscuring all of them, likely a specialized item to hide them. "Who are you, traveler?" the cat-priestess asks, warily.