Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

Arsenio felt that the information Germanicus had shared made him wiser, though he had also become confused in other ways.

The Greek chuckled softly.

You are a strange man, Germanikos.

The redstone figure walked beside the soldier with a cheery bounce in his steps. He could not imagine doing what he had interpreted the solder to be doing. It seemed to be a cheerless and dry existence to one who had known the fire of love in his heart.

I know what this is. You have a contract with the lady, your wife. You make her a wife and she will birth children to fortify your claim. If I did not know better, I would think you were Greek. Spartan boys were plucked from their mother’s teats when they were still fresh and worked into men. They were made bloodthirsty and savage before they could even speak their names. Good soldiers, good numbers to fill armies.

Where is your passion, Roman!? Where is the burning of love that you feel for the woman you have wed? Arsenio chuckled again. Ahh… a noise of confusion, retaining his good humor.