Northstar Vale I've tried turning down the monsters living in my head

Summoned by Reyson's very thought of him, Arsenio stepped from the green brush and waded into the river.

The redstone figure breathed heavily. He had just returned from the borders where he had chased a particularly aggressive badger from the edge of their claim. The nasty beast had swiped and found purchase in the Arche's cheek. Only a small blemish, the cut stung against his face.

Arsenio allowed the water to rush to his chest. He lapped at the surface of it, squinting at the cloud of riverbed mud that swam up from his paws.