Lion Head Mesa Kourasménos

Arsenio laughed again, pleased to find that the Roman soldier shared his distaste for the Pharaoh, even more pleased to find that the stalwart figure was capable of his own prejudices. It was the talk of men and it had a powerful comfort in familiarity for the Greek man.

I think the queen is testing her strength, the point of her tongue. She was not pleased that I inserted myself as her personal guard, the grin did not fade from his face. Though Arsenio was not drawn to Satsu in a romantic way, he could not help but delight in the indignance she had met him with in their greeting. It had been such a pleasure to ruffle her feathers, and so effortlessly. Trust is important to her, it seems. More information offered, a casual throwaway observance.

I do not speak to the bear wolves. They are wild things and I do not like them or the way they wait, Arsenio answered abruptly in reply to the question regarding Ursus, the ally to Akashingo’s cause. When he had stared into the empty eye of the wolf called Merrick, the Greek man had been filled with dread and intrigue. The other bear wolves did not matter to him, unless they mattered to his boss.

Do you wish for me to speak to them?