Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

The Fellahin was pleasant as he met Arsenio’s eye. Sayf moved over in the wellspring where the guard had stepped into the chilly waters. Almost in the same breath, he asked if the Greek would like to be bathed. It was suggested that the Mazoi did not need to tend to those needs on their own. The ice in the redstone figure’s eyes met Sayf before he shook his head.

No need, filos. I am a man who is capable of washing himself, even if I do not look it.

Arsenio simply did not want for the Fellahin to think he was open to their sweet tongues. Still, Tamar had easily swayed him. He thought on this for a moment longer than he should have before he moved deeper into the water and settled there. The guard’s eyes were fixed on Sayf again.

This will get too cold when the snows come.