Redsand Canyon So put your hands where I can see them,

He arrived to the edge of Mereo looking a little worse for wear; clearly having been on the road a while, with mud caked to his limbs and a tangle of various greeneries netted by his more dense furs along his belly, Glaukos could've used a bath and a proper meal. There was dried blood upon his chin he had forgotten about - it was not his, but a rabbit's - and in all, he was a slovenly representation of a soldier.

Regardless of how he looked climbing over the rise, he came to the entry-point and stood at attention. It would not be long before a patrol came sweeping through the area and they would find him, and he would explain himself; so one such guardian would then lead him across the border to where he could clean up, among the soldier's housing.

An hour or so later, he was a bit better: washed and tidied. His belly rumbled and he ignored it, instead seeking the path of the Imperator, to at last give his report.