Redsand Canyon Mikró

Tamar smiled to him and approached. She wished to find a gift for the Imperator’s wife. Arsenio thought it curious, but he did not argue against it. The man only tilted his head slightly and grinned.

A gift, yes, what would you like for her, my love? Something special, hm?

The redstone figure stepped into the room and pressed his nose to her cheek. This was important to her, so he did not want to brush it aside. It had been the first thing she’d mentioned, after all. Arsenio wondered how long she had been thinking about the lady Ruenna. He had not spent very much time with her, but he knew that she was important to Tamar. Arsenio was agreeable with anything his wife desired.