Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

Aquillius raised a brow, but did not comment, merely noted it down in his head. The small, pathetic thing he’d beat down wasn’t a fellow soldier then, merely a servant.

He would have to apologize. No use in thinking he was some form of brute.

His eye focused on Makono, then, as she came close.

Ranger. I have been that. He replied with a low note. His father was before him too, and he knew the lands of Mereo’s canyon well, just as he had learned much about Sweetharbor’s island. He wasn’t much a talker to be a diplomat, but he did not say that aloud.