The trip had been a long one, and Gale was getting hungry. However, the hot sun and the dry air against his skin felt... familiar. Still, he did things half on some instinct that he hadn't known until then, unlike sailing which was all completely new. He made sure both himself and Argilla were covered up and protected from the sun, and that they had plenty of water.

This leg was shorter than previous ones had been, thanks to getting access to the travel seal network, but Gale was still cautious. It was hard not to stare, especially when the walls loomed up in front of him. It was a sense of, what was it called, deja-vu strong enough to stop him for a moment.

He turned to Argilla. "Does this seem familiar to you?"

But there was someone waiting, Gale knew, and he wouldn't keep the escort waiting. So Gale walked forward, usual armor mostly hidden under actual desert-appropriate wear (though he'd made sure orange was streaked on the outer layer, just to be sure), and with his slightly odd gait that always kept his weight balanced on one leg so that the free leg could snap up and kick at any moment.

He bowed as he'd learned was appropriate. "The Embryon appreciate this chance to meet and negotiate. I am Gale, and this is Argilla."