Redsand Canyon Empistosýni

I would have never seen you as a family man, Germanikos. But here you stand.

Arsenio chuckled warmly. The Roman had changed a great deal in the time away from Akashingo. His once stone-sour face had become warmer. The Greek believed that he was more forgiving, though he would never have speculated that aloud.

At the mention of the Saints, Arsenio drew his ears to a point and frowned. It always came back to business – at least he was consistent.

I have heard little about the Saints. Are you certain it is wise? Knowing that he had children on the way, knowing that Tamar would be waiting for him to return home, Arsenio was not sure if he was willing to take such a gamble.