Redsand Canyon Fon

It had not taken long before a man approached on dark legs, windswept and earthily handsome. His eyes were sharp yellow – like the brightest sun on the sands. Cad had almost gazed for too long at them.

Ears fell flat to his head. Cad lowered himself in submission – snout so near the earth that he thought he might breathe in the snow.

The man had introduced himself as Germanicus of Mereo. He was the Imperator to those lands. The words were not familiar, but their meaning was one that offered the young soldier a sense of home. He believed that he could learn new phrases. He had taken orders since he had been no more than a boy.

Sir, spoken with youth evident in his tones. I am Cad Kin, Imperator. Only after he had spoken did he dare to lift his eyes to the man. A soldier of the Spice Sands. I’m afraid I’m far from my post, sir.