Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

The redstone mercenary was tickled by her congratulations, regardless of the expression she wore. Arsenio was not so swift to judge others based on their mask. He had already found that he enjoyed the presence of the herbalist woman. The only matter that gave him pause was that she carried the scent of Akashingo upon her coat.

When Qiao spoke his thoughts aloud, the red-furred soldier cast her a knowing grin.

Arsenio shrugged his shoulders in an off-hand manner.

I have curiosity aplenty, herbalist. It is quite interesting to me to smell Akashingo on your coat. To know you carry tasks given by the Pharaoh is, the smile became sharper as his glacial gaze rested on her pointed features.

… curious.