Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

The pale woman was quick to state that she did not speak Greek. Arsenio drew his head back slightly at this, displeased that he could not share the words of his native tongue with another warrior, another wolf of the fang. The cold colors of his gaze regarded her wound carefully, for only a moment longer, before Arsenio stepped forward.

Was it a good fight, at least?

This was asked in a heavy accent, but in the common tongue. The misthofóros wanted to know if there was a promise of talented fighters in the area. The stiffness in his limbs looked  more like an eagerness to show his strength.