Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

The woman’s laugh did little to clear Arsenio’s mind. The answer that followed was even more of a conundrum. The mercenary eyed the herbalist with a curious smile, a sharpness in the blue of his eyes that desired to know more of her plans. The redstone wolf would not ask what she desired in a child from another wolf. The mystery that surrounded the woman had grown.

You are a curious woman, I must say, Arsenio said to her with a swift wave of his tail. A greedy thought passed through his mind. The man wondered if she would claim one of the Pharaoh’s offspring for herself. That would surely cause strife in Akashingo, so he was almost certain that it would not happen.

You know, he ventured after a moment of thought, if you find yourself displeased with Ramesses and his ways, I would not be against assisting you in his removal. Arsenio still hungered for the death of the Pharaoh, but he did not know if the herbalist would be the one to aid him in quelling such a thing. I spent a great deal of time in the Pharaoh’s palace, with his queen. I know the ways of Akashingo better than most.

Arsenio eyed her, waiting for her response.