Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

Arsenio snorted.

What did she think he meant? It was precisely as it sounded. The Greek shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth to reiterate what he’d meant when a familiar voice drew his ears back. The guard turned to see Sayf approach where they stood. Arsenio offered him a warm smile and a friendly wag of his tail. The appearance of the Fellahin looked to ease his stiff shoulders and sag his frame into a casual, lazy one.

This is Sayf, he offered to Finley with a nod.

Sayf this is Finley Blackthorn. She wants to know of Akashingo. I have been telling her of the Mazoi and Fellahin. Show her how good you are, the redstone wolf remarked. The mercenary nudged the Fellahin gently with his nose. Arsenio did not have any doubts that Sayf would be a good example of what the others were like, if not a bit warmer.