Redsand Canyon Voithó

The woman appeared, friendly as ever.

Arsenio smiled upon her, waving his tail. He thought that the lady Aquene seemed mildly out of place among the hard-faced soldiers of Mereo. The Greek man was not someone who would scoff at such things. He had been the odd one many times before. Time had given him the serenity to have pride in such uniqueness.

All is well, all is well, he assured her with a chuckle.

I have come to see if you would like to train your body in the way of a soldier.

The redstone wolf’s eyes fixed on her curiously. If Aquene could master her roles as both a healer and a soldier, Arsenio believed that she would excel above the others. After all, what good was a soldier who only knew how to maim and defend?