Whitebark Stream cerno

there was no peace without the threat of bloodshed. that this place had not yet suffered was of silent interest to germanicus, and he would do all he was able to ensure this continued. artyom was given a quick nod. 

many cubs. "the women here, they are your wives?" the boy inquired in a voice more gruff than his short life might indicate. a harem then, maybe, but he would wait for the pallid regent to confirm his pagan ways.

artyom's suggestion pleased the soldier, brightened his travel-beat gaze with a brief interest. "i will teach them what i was taught as a boy."