Scun will try to talk to Sashal. He approaches slowly, and tries to talk respectfully and clearly, in a friendly tone. He knows that it usually just makes him seem pathetic, but maybe she'll take pity.
"I know little of your ways, but I worship a god of nomads and travellers, and I think his influence leaves a lot to fate. Is our fate to come so far, only to be stymied by a bunch of light-up pictures? Is our fate to starve in the desert or go home empty-handed? Maybe fate brought you here with us for a reason. Maybe you are supposed to help us, even though you aren't supposed to enter?"