Redsand Canyon peccatus

Arsenio was winded, but he huffed a breath of a laugh at the Roman’s remark.

They were not so old that sprints through the canyon should do so much, were they? The mercenary realized that he was facing his fifth year. For the fortunate, that was half of a life. As he regained his composure, he thought on this subject.

When Germanicus spoke of a bath, Arsenio was quick to agree. He followed and soaked until his legs returned to their strength. When he had bid the Imperator a good evening, he hurried back to Tamar with giddy steps and every intention of sharing his thrilling race with her.