Redsand Canyon exordium

The guard was a guard no more. 

Arsenio followed the Roman across cold and bitter lands. His mind was filled with the image of the young girl. Belen, who had been lost from her parents, had been left behind. Still, he could not pull her soft features from his head. It was a plague to know what he had done. It burned inside of him with each step away from Akashingo. 

Tamar was free but Arsenio could not stop his anger. Sayf was still there, as well. Ramesses still ruled over his wolves in spoiled peace. What had they accomplished for their trials? 

The woman’s cough drew the redstone figure’s ear each time it filled the air. Once they had arrived at the canyon, the Greek turned to Tamar and nudged softly beneath her chin. I will find food for you and we will make you warm. A den would need to be made. Arsenio could line it in furs so that Tamar would know nothing but softness. 

The man’s gaze searched Germanicus. What did the Roman plan for this outpost?