Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

A dark figure appeared, smelling of sharp herbs that were both familiar and foreign to the Greek man. He paused, sniffing softly until he found the fragrance that reminded him of Tamar. A small smile found its way onto his muzzle before fixing his sights on the woman who approached.

The stranger inquired to him whether he was Auxillary. She asked if he would be willing to escort her down to the far end of the canyon, saying that she wished to collect herbs. Arsenio nodded his head in understanding. From what he could tell, Germanicus was keen to keep their territory marked and patrolled. It would not have done much good to have a medic venturing on her own, not if there were threats in the mountain.

Of course, yes, Arsenio answered her with a toothy grin and a small chuckle.

You are an herbalist, hm? My wife has a small talent with herbs, he commented, fondness weighing his words. The mercenary truthfully did not know much of medicines, but he had seen Tamar moving about, tending to the dark shadow boy and stocking the herbal storage rooms. The Pharaoh would not have allowed that if she had not shown her ability, he had assumed.