Redsand Canyon Machitís

Arsenio laughed.

He surprises me, too. The man is good at hiding away his thoughts until it is opportune. It was probably a fair skill for the Imperator to have, leading an outpost of soldiers and their wives. The mercenary did not see anything wrong with the way Germanicus ruled his group. The redstone figure still felt that he owed the Roman.

Padding alongside Towhee, Arsenio wondered what they might find in the hollow. Thoughts of the Saints fluttered through his mind. He was not itching for a fight, not so close to the borders of their home. Arsenio could only hope that they would be met by friendly folk.

How many did you smell? The man was sure to look at her when he spoke. He did not forget her deafness.