Renzi would be mistaken for a passing rogue if not for the many sightings she'd had with the former Malenga, Kitambi, and the Nchi who had been members long enough to recognize her. She once lived in the Mtaishi, the Nchi's neighbors and allies before tragedy struck and drove them away. Word got around like wildfire in a pride without much scandal to keep busy.
She'd only been there a day so far, and didn't plan to stay long. Neither she nor Damu would want to idle.
That, and Renzi did not indulge in nostalgia, thank you very much. Every part of this place had a memory or two. She sat across from the drum circle and stared at expectantly. Nothing happened.
The sun would be setting soon and she best see to sleeping arrangements.