The clan seemed to act as they had been told, though there were many worried looks and some brief shrieks of fear. Meesei could hear the coughing and crying of Rhazii in the crowd, probably having gotten sand in his mouth in all the commotion, but he could be spotted in Fendros' arms as everyone took up their positions. The scout that had delivered the warning scurried off with the warriors.

As loathe as he was to deal with the heat, Gallus wore his light armour that day. This was less for the purpose of looking appropriate and more for the eventuality of combat. It was the last thing that he wanted to happen, but he needed to be prepared to fight and command. He stood beside Meesei with his hammer on his belt and his hands clasped behind his back. He was sweating profusely for multiple reasons, but had a stoic expression.

As the thudding of the hooves became louder, the murmuring of the crowd quietened, replaced by the residual sounds of shuffling as they organised themselves. The base of the cloud of dust was now clearly lead by a number of armoured figures. Most were compact desert horses in light armour, roughly eighteen of them in total. Mounted atop them were humanoid Khajiit of various size, but all garbed in glinting golden moonstone armour, crafted with overlapping and flowing bands. They all wielded shields and lances, but they were not lowered to attack. Those familiar with Anequina would recognise them as professional soldiers of the kingdom - the equivalent of the Imperial Legion. Three more were armoured senche with similar golden barding, galloping alongside the horses. Suthay bowmen were astride the large intelligent cats. The three final figures stood out ahead of the group. They were mounted on similar armoured desert horses as the others, but those mounted upon them were taller and clearly not Khajiit. Two were guards, covered in ornate and incredibly expensive green glass armour and held purple bound weapons. The one in the centre simply wore a light material robe that was flapping in the breeze; it was dark, detailed, and trimmed in gold. The uniform of a Thalmor official. Fortunately, none of the riders had weapons poised to attack.

When the approaching party spotted the clan, there was a shout and they all slowed to a halt. The Thalmor trotted forward slightly with the bodyguard following closely and looked upon the clan's fearful eyes with scowl. The horse beneath shook its head and snorted out some sand. A short moment's silence followed, before the Thalmor waved a hand and shouted something behind her. It was a powerful feminine voice, saying something that sounded like the Ta'agra phrase to approach slowly. The party did just that until they were roughly within one hundred and fifty metres of the clan.

The Thalmor and her bodyguard trotted ahead again, but this time it was not to inspect the situation. Her voice boomed forth in Ta'agra, seeing the majority of the group ahead to be Khajiit. [i]"Let the leader of this group come forth!"[/i]

Gallus moved along with Meesei and Ri'nakhad. Whenever they approached more closely, they saw that the official and her bodyguard were all of course High Elves. The bodyguard had visors obscuring their faces, but the official had her hood blown back in the wind. Her callous blue eyes were lined with age and experience, a hard mouth told of little patience for the desert that made her forehead glow. Her straight, long, shiny blonde hair was pulled back quite tightly into a bun. Unlike all her companions, she wore no weapons at all.