OmniTotems

The mans face seemed frozen in time as if aging had ceased. Gallis mind was alight with curiosity. 
I am Galli, Dka of the Gr-Orose. He said in his mother tongue. 
Galli of Gr-Orose. The man repeated, It is good to finally make your acquaintance.
The silver lion spoke in an unfamiliar language, yet somehow the words still found a seat of meaning in Gallis mind. Before he could ask anything else the stranger spoke again. 
I believe I am meant to go there. There is something there I must find.
The desert walkers eye wandered to the peak of Mt. Attrid barely visible in the distance.
A hushed murmur descended over the hunting party. Mt. Attrid was cursed, many people from all tribes have lost their lives trying to ascend it, each one driven by a legend that told of a gateway to the gods realm waiting at its peak.
There is nothing there but isolation and death. Galli said in a certain tone. 
Then perhaps that is what I am to find. The man replied. 