Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

Arsenio laughed at such a simple question.

For the Pharaoh and for his lady, of course!

Such a simple question with a dangerous answer. The mercenary would answer for the ruler, first. He was the most important figure there. Then, his queen-to-be would be immediately after, her name voided to be certain that she did not carry the same manner of importance. When Arsenio smiled, he hoped that it would appear genuine. He hoped, too, that he would not appear as interesting as he might have before.

The redstone man was nothing more than brawn placed there to protect those vastly more important than he.