Redsand Canyon Bid my blood to run.

The mercenary had been patrolling when he had heard the call.

As Arsenio approached, he noted that there were two others from Mereo who had gone to the borders. The caller was a familiar face. He remembered her from Akashingo. She’d arrived on their border and had asked about the cultures of the mesa. When she’d gotten her answers, she’d scoffed. He remembered her scoffing. Sayf had been polite about it, but even Arsenio had found the woman to be rude.

The Greek had not heard Germanicus greet her, so when he approached, he offered a knowing and toothy smile to the woman.

You get around, Finley Blackthorn.

^^