Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

Aquene the medic – Arsenio saved that information, hoping that he might see her again on his patrols. She was polite with her words, seemingly grateful to have been given a place in Mereo. The Greek man thought it nice. She was so unlike the Fellahin and Mazoi of Akashingo, or so he believed from speaking with her.

The medic asked for the name of his wife. Arsenio smiled.

She is called Tamar and she is as beautiful as a falling autumn leaf, the man responded with sweeping wags of his tail and love glittering in his eyes.

As they walked through the canyon on their way to where Aquene would collect her herbs, Arsenio listed to her speak of him. She stated that he was the friendliest of the Auxillary, that the others had treated her with some modicum of hostility. This was something he did not understand. The mercenary looked to her, baffled.

Offended? Anoisíes! What is there to be offended of? You are a kind woman who heals. They ought to be grateful, hm? The Greek man chuckled, knowing the rough edges of a soldier well.