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The Pharaoh spoke sweetly to him, and the blue-eyed misthofóros smiled in return.

The ruler wished to know where Arsenio had been found, whatever that was intended to mean. As though Germanikos had ventured out into the Greek, scouring specifically for a man like him. It would not do well for the ruler to believe that the auburn wolf was loyal to the soldier exclusively. There was a challenging game to be played.

O Romaíos den vríke. Arsenio then forced his tongue to the back of his mouth so that he could adjust the way the common language fell from his lips. He did not want to be seen as clever, or watchful, only as a brutish guard who would not stir from his post. I find Roman! Germanikos says there is a… a job. A job for one like me, then the Greek laughed softly.

I guard kings and queens of Greece. Very strong. Arsenio puffed his chest, his expression remained daft.

Vasílissa Sátsou, she is safe. No harm will come to her. They will need to defeat the fang of Zeus!

A raucous laugh that faded into a fool’s giggle. Arsenio looked lazily upon the Pharaoh and wondered what he might think.