Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

Arsenio understood what she meant. Men were swift to judge the worth of a woman. It was commonplace, even in his homeland. From what he could recall of his childhood, his father had not been a good man to his mother. She had not lasted long enough to leave an impression of herself. The other men were all the same. They would hoot and call after a pretty woman, but they did not respect them. It was a shame.

You will earn a place here. Having a skilled medic is valuable. When one of us is injured, you will have an opportunity to show just how valuable you are, hm?

Arsenio believed it to be true. Aquene had a set of skills that he wasn’t familiar with, but it did not mean that he couldn’t see its worth. Tamar had shown a small talent with herbs. With this in the back of his mind, the Greek man believed that the dark-furred woman would find the respect she deserved, soon enough. It would only take a single demonstration. 


I will tumble from the rocks and you can mend my broken bones, yes? A joke - Arsenio laughed.