Redsand Canyon Adeiázo

The day was warmer than it had been in some time. Snow still layered the red rock and chilled the world that rested beneath it, but the air was not quite as crisp as it had been. Arsenio walked his patrol with a newfound spring in his steps. The way his life had shifted had brought a great deal of joy to his heart. It was almost enough to wash away the girl he had trapped in the Pharaoh’s grasp.

The Greek mercenary searched the canyon for the Imperator’s wife - @Ruenna. Tamar had said that she had been rather kind, had offered a nickname for her to call her by. It was surprising to hear that the Roman soldier had found himself such a gentle spirit. Something in the redstone wolf had expected Ruenna to be as stoic and direct as her husband.

Arsenio prowled, searching for the figure of the woman with his glacial eyes.