Redsand Canyon exordium

Ah, I see… the Greek answered with a few nods of his head.

The boy speaks fondly of you, is all. I believed there to be some… relation.

Arsenio smiled swiftly and shrugged his shoulders. It would have been an easy mistake. Even as a guard to the queen, he had heard the dark little figure speak the Roman’s name through the hallways of the soldier’s quarters. There were nights when the yearling would cry out and only Germanicus’ name would be heard. The redstone wolf had always believed that it was something else, but he must have been mistaken and that was fair enough for him.

What are your plans for Mereo? What would you like me to do here?

This would be more appealing talk to the soldier, surely.