Lion Head Mesa Egó

The fool’s smile did not fade from his features as the Pharaoh offered the debate between the three men. Arsenio flipped his gaze slowly from each of them before he laughed, a loud and rowdy noise that filled the chambers and reverberated back. The wag of his tail came steadily. The Greek looked quite amused to have been called to the war chambers to offer his opinion on these matters.

Germanikos sounds like a man of logic, the misthofóros said loudly, grinning from ear to ear like a boy who had just snared a rabbit. I have never been for such things. I would say to fight. It is how men show their worth!

Arsenio did not wish to give away his alliance with the Roman soldier. In fact, as his pink tongue flicked across the hairs of his whiskers and he leaned into where they spoke, it looked as though the court’s jester had been invited to weigh in on matters of war. What does the king of the court think? Arsenio asked, looking to the ruler as if he looked right through the man.