You are in a dry desert area with lots of crags and buttes. You heard an odd noise and follow it, and come upon a woman working frantically on a numenera device along the edge of a cliff.
Spread out before you, the land dips away into a few buttes and large, deep sinkholes that dot the landscape. Big, long-winged
birds fly overhead and below.
The woman is dressed in a silver suit and lots of gear that seems conducive to desert traveling, and it’s clear that she’s experienced with the device she’s working on.
She looks up at you with equal parts hope and suspicion, though she relaxes a little when she realizes you do not look like bandits.