Redsand Canyon paganus

Arsenio was breathing heavily by the time they had drawn the life from the doe, and it ceased to thrash for freedom. He drew his gaze up to the Roman with a smile and a panting tongue. The two of them made a fine pair of soldiers and hunters, he thought. It was good to run alongside the grey-muzzled figure.

Mereo is deserving of a little celebration, the mercenary remarked with a small chuckle. The outpost in the canyon had worked hard to build its numbers and set a foundation. Arsenio could not think of a better way to reward the soldiers for their diligence and their respect.