Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

Aha!

Arsenio tossed back his head and laughed warmly at the man’s question. Yes, he would have made a fine mercenary. The Greek could not help but to imagine that if they had met some years before, the two young men would have likely caused a great deal of trouble. Those times were further behind him, though. He had a wife, after all.

When the Roman spoke again, saying that he bore a good deal of respect and affection for the lady he had chosen for his wife, Arsenio’s smile faded and softened into something smaller. The laugh slipped from his features. The redstone wolf nodded his head.

I hope – for you – that it does. Arsenio meant this. He saw a great treasure in love.

After all, it might be nice to see a smile on that greying muzzle you have there.

The Greek’s spread and he bumped his shoulder to the Roman’s in good spirits.