Redsand Canyon Adelfós

Arsenio hummed merrily on his patrol of their claimed territory. Even the chill of the winter air could not break through his happy features.

Days had passed since they had fled the mesa. Tamar had been placed in a quiet den with furs and soft items. The mercenary had even hunted for flower petals so that it might be fragranced to her liking. Arsenio had set himself to work in the ways of a soldier. He patrolled the borders, searched the distant terrain for signs of outsiders, and hunted to fill their stocks.

As he made his rounds upon the edge of the canyon, Arsenio kept his eyes trained for @Germanicus. He enjoyed his time with the Roman man. It would be nice to have company while he completed his tasks.