Redsand Canyon When you were here before

Then this was another wolf who Arsenio would know. The pale man had been seen around Mereo for some time. He seemed duty-bound, like someone who would make a good soldier. Germanicus had chosen his members well. The Greek found himself growing more pleased with the canyon’s members, by the day. It had a great deal of strength and promise.

I was, yes, the man confirmed with a small nod of his head. He walked alongside the pale figure as they embarked on a patrol of the canyon’s borders. Arsenio only paused to mark the terrain in odd places as they went. It is not a good place. The ruler there is spoiled, worshipped by those beneath him. If his head were any larger, it would be difficult to sit in the same room. Distaste was on his tongue as he spoke of Ramesses. Arsenio was pleased to be rid of the man. He had never liked the ruler’s ways, or the culture that had thrived in Akashingo.

I am glad to be rid of it. I stayed to free my wife, Tamar. She deserved better than Akashingo.