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

All kinds, Arsenio answered, his voice solemn.

The ice of his eyes lingered on Shoko’s face for a few moments, searching the other man’s features with interest. The intensity of that stare broke with a wry and toothy grin.

For those who want it. The Pharaoh’s pleasures are not forced on any. Not on any but the Fellahin. The thought soured him, fading his smile. Arsenio did wonder what kind of man Shoko was. He wished that he had more opportunity to see him evolve, to see what thoughts rested beyond the honey color of his eyes, or the sharpness of his tongue.

The Mazoi are just men with jobs. Hunters and misthofóros. You are fine enough as a hunter, but you could be more. The auburn wolf shrugged lightly, casting a glance from the corners of his eyes.