The copper-skinned Semmon stroked his angular silver beard at the spectacle, and for all his silent questions about the gold 'dragon', his eyes darted to the other new arrival, Anya. He stepped out from the other spectators, reaching an arm up to the somewhat disoriented and overwhelmed-looking blonde. "A new guest to our humble sanctuary," he smiled, gesturing as if to help her dismount, hands opening near other side of her waist, even as his gray eyes studied her widening legs, the effect not lost on him. "Welcome to Siwa, and the house of Sharess. Surely you must thirst for cool refreshment now, and sanctuary besides. Found you your new friends wandering the open desert, or within that black pyramid which blotted the sky?"