Lion Head Mesa Pólemos

Good fortune smiled down on him, the Gods had blessed him again. As Arsenio thought over the prospect of work, he realized that the only other individual he had believed he would be able to serve – the pale woman in the flatland – had ended up leaving without making an offer. The Greek wasn’t bothered by this. Some would pay and others would not.

Arsenio nodded his head to the silver warden, confident in his acceptance.

Nai kalá. Sas ypóschomai ton kynódontá mou, loipón, stous lýkous sas. The auburn wolf felt much more at ease in the presence of the greying guard than he had the injured woman. It helped a great deal that they could share a language with each other.

Arsenio stepped forward to bow his head. The misthofóros was ready to accept his first task.

How did I know you would make this such a fun writing session? Hahah!