Lion Head Mesa incassum

The soldier made their path across the mesa, out of the hearing range of the Fellahin and their interests. Arsenio followed him and listened. A scowl replaced the expression on his face.

That is not acceptable. It was spat at the ground beneath his paws.

Germanikos, you cannot agree with the way this man rules. He will become a danger to us all if he is to have his way. Arsenio had grown restless beneath the ruler’s gaze. He had lost his interest in remaining, in serving out any role that required him to bow to the Pharaoh’s wishes, or his queen’s. She was no better than the spoiled boy. Satsu was only being turned sour by the ruler’s doting.

And what if I ask for something else? Hm? What if I should ask for his head as payment?