Serpent Lake dulce

Arsenio snickered at her response. At least she wasn’t brainless.

It is a place for desert dwellers and royalty. You would be welcome.

Of course, he was not certain that the girl would wish to be set to work the way the other Fellahin were. She was new to him, unknown. The Greek man did not wish to make promises until he had gotten a taste for what she was like and what she could offer. The girl had lost her parents and he had just so happened to stumble into her path. Fate, or opportunity, the mercenary was not likely to squander it.

You can come with and if you think I’m unsavory, I won’t chase you if you run. The ice of his eyes danced with the premise of his offer. You can eat and see Akashingo and then make a decision. How could a lone wolf deny such an offer?