Northstar Vale Yioí

It wasn’t his name, but his title that was spoken in a gentle voice. The man turned, glacial eyes resting on their resident caretaker. Arsenio knew that Tamar had taken an interest in learning from the woman. He had been pleased to find that she had a friend, or a mentor.

Though it took the redstone man a moment to catch her words, he smiled warmly after they had reached his head. It had not been long that she had been with Epoch, but it said a lot that she would pick up on his thoughtful nature. Arsenio hoped that she didn’t take concern. She had filled a role in their home that he appreciated and she had given his wife a friend to learn from.

Meadow, he greeted her with a vibrant voice. Please, you may call me Arsenio.

He was no Imperator, or Pharaoh. There was no need for her to address him by his rank as if it had taken the place of his name.

You have a good eye. There are many things on my mind.