Lion Head Mesa Agápi

The mercenary understood. He nodded to the Roman and watched the man’s silvered back disappear to speak with the Pharaoh and likely to Satsu, as well.

Arsenio returned to his search for the maid. His adrenaline had fallen short. His breathing had steadied in his conversation with the other man. The misthofóros lifted his snout to the air and drew in the scents of the caverns until he believed he had found Tamar’s. Holding her fragrance, he plodded through the familiar passages. The eagerness in his step could not be diminished. Arsenio could not wait to tell her the good news.

You are free…