Northstar Vale Skotóno

Days passed without any sign of threat from the mesa and its ruler. Arsenio was not foolish enough to believe that they were clear from harm. The Pharaoh had taken a liking to Meadow, it seemed. With Tamar’s price having been paid, there was no need to worry about the ruler asking for more. That did not mean that Ramesses would refrain. The Arche had started to grow paranoid.

When would they be forced to face the ruler of Akashingo?

Prowling the vale, Arsenio diverted his path to patrol the borders. His eyes were swift to pick up on movement outside of the peace of the vale. He watched a squirrel race the length of a tree, high into the boughs until it had vanished from sight.

At the borders, Arsenio called for @Reyson. They had much to discuss.