Lion Head Mesa Vasílissa

The soldier was an interesting man. Arsenio imagined that he would enjoy the reports that he would relay to the silvered wolf. It was good fortune that smiled upon him, plentiful blessings from the Gods that had allowed him to find work – good work – in foreign lands. The Greek was pleased and as he crossed the mesa in search of the queen, he wondered when their borders would be invaded by snapping teeth and howls of war.

Until that time arrived, he had been assigned as a guard over the woman @Satsu. Germanicus had been quite detailed in his desires. Arsenio would not leave the queen’s side, no harm would reach her, anywhere she traveled she would find she had duty-bound company at her side. He liked the simplicity of it, at least on the surface. The Greek understood that there were larger things at play.

Evening had fallen, but the misthofóros was bound to his work. He prowled the mesa in search of Satsu so that he could take his place at her side. The ice of his eyes touched anything that moved.