Lion Head Mesa Pólemos

"vasílissa sátsou," germanicus answered. a wry smile touched his lips. the amusement of arsenio the mercenary had become contagious.

"eínai mállon ómorfi. den tha eínai tóso dýskolo na stékesai stin parousía tis káthe méra."

"come," germanicus said in the air of a man clapping the shoulder of a friend. "i will make introductions." he turned, waiting for arsenio to come to his side before setting his gait toward the mesa.