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Keen-eyed Aquillius watched his father with all of the sharpness of a young hawk. Akashingo had offered him a boon, it seemed, but the man did not take it.

Good. He would have been wasted there. Aquillius looked forward again.

Little good can come from settling in a desert, if you do not know what you are doing. A pause, as Aquillius considered his next words.

What if..we had wanderers, like you. Ones who roamed with others in bands, keeping their skills sharp on varying terrain, accepting some jobs as they went. He knew of mercenaries, but this was a higher calling. A roving band of fully trained soldiers.