Northstar Vale pulchellus

A monosyllabic response, but what more did the Greek expect from the Roman?

Arsenio breathed a sigh through his nose, moving so that he might sit on the edge of the vale. An invitation was not offered to the grey-muzzled man across from him. He had considered it. He had thought hard before finding a place to sit. Their conversation would take place on the edge of Epoch. Depending on how matters were resolved, then he might consider a warm invitation.

I had gone to Mereo to visit Aquene and to ask how long she believed it would be before her family would join us here in the vale, you know. She informed me of a change in plans, much to my surprise.

The mercenary held himself firmly. His words were casual, but his expression was sharp, and his lips were thinned into a straight line.

She has told me that you so kindly offered a promotion! Your wife’s position in Mereo for Aquene.

The glacial blue of his eyes remained fixed to the Roman’s snout.

It seems there may be some changes that must be made, since she has accepted your kind offer.