It was rare for the Speaker to leave his study, a fact founded in that there was an endless amount of reports and an endless amount of Guardians that left him...stuck. But today was different, unusually so, that left the Speaker to himself for the first time in a very long time. He toys with the idea of going to meditate on the Traveler’s Walk, something that takes form after several moments of thinking. It’d be nice to finally clear his mind, he decides. He’d only barely made it out of the North Tower when he’d spotted someone of particular interest to him -- he recalls vaguely a brief meeting, one that would allow her a home in the Tower. One of the unshackled Warmind unearthed over the past two years. What was her name? Ah, yes, Hatshepsut -- fifth Pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt.

He gives a soft approach, one that would alert her to his presence but not startle her, and he stands beside her in silence for a moment, gazing out at the lay before them before asking gently,