Redsand Canyon Frourós

Towhee moved, shifting her figure until she had taken a better stance. Arsenio saw that she still wished to carry on some parts of a conversation. This was good and well. She was doing what Germanicus had instructed her to do. The redstone figure was not interested in making her job harder than it needed to be, but he was a man of some small pride, and he did not enjoy the idea of answering to this stranger until he had gotten to know her better.

A spar would work wonders for them both.

Hmm, I am not much for planning. I do not have the mind for a tactician. I believe I would do well as a guardian or warrior. You may be the judge of that, Arsenio answered her with a small smile and a swift nod of his snout.

Those on the border had said that Towhee was a master at such skills. Perhaps, the Greek man wondered, I could learn a thing or two from her.