Shy Deer Steppes Well I’m sorry I thought what I said was true, I was wrong

The mercenary sneered, crinkling his muzzle.

While their first meeting had been a tense one, Arsenio was far more at ease without the women to tend to. Their hunt had proven that Shoko was nothing to worry about, at least nothing that would cause the Mazoi to believe he would prove a threat. The man seemed to be a loner, just like many others. Perhaps he had something to prove.

You’ve stayed near, the Greek observed softly. The remnants of a smile lingered on his lips. We could feed you at Akashingo, you know. Give you a place of pleasure, as well. At least, Arsenio assumed as much. The only pleasure he had gotten from the mesa had been in Tamar.

A strong man like yourself would be welcome as Mazoi.