Redsand Canyon sophismata

Germanicus was always a hard read. Now it seemed obvious what was brewing there between his ears, but Glaukos would not speak of it, he knew better than to make light of his master's feelings. There was no place for those here in the garrison. In fact, if Glaukos were to be asked his own opinion on this shift in the population, he'd have lauded it a fine move. Less civilians in a place for warriors made ample sense ot him.

Alas, he was as guarded as his mentor.

Imperator. He dipped his chin as he spoke the title, then was at-attention until a look from the man dismissed the posturing. The walls are quiet tonight.