beneath the steppe

Hattori could not yet see the stranger but he heard the gentle click of claws against old cobbled stone. It was quite difficult to isolate the sound with all the small creatures scurrying about and even now his sense of smell was smothered by dust and the scent of dried herbs. His gaze wandered to a stack of rectangular shapes, piled high and bound together with what looked like dried skin. He didn't have to wait long to get a response, an explorer hm? Made sense, he supposed.

"Hattori." He told them, stepping forward as he came across something splayed out on the ground. Papers scrawled with notes and drawings he would never be able to decipher. "Have you found anything of interest?"