Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

a burly boy of greek name; curious then, for qiao had been under the impression mereo’s imperator was of roman stock.

perhaps glaukos was the son of a thrall then, or a child picked from a raided encampment. it would explain his disinterest with the general world. you did not ask, but i am qiao. she rose with a pantherine slink. where are we going? already alongside the inimitable wolf, qiao hedged a smile his way that seemed to brook no quarter.