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Swerving in and around the people of Colchis, Khanh walked with his hands fixed behind his back, looking at the the many different stalls in the market place. He liked to see what was available in every city, since food and produce varied so widely. He also liked to check out the different kinds of vessels people made. Here in Greece, they had earthenware pots and jars sitting out on the stall tables. They were vividly painted and Khanh spotted a red one dedicated to their war god, Ares. It reminded him of Somra’s dress. The same hue of red.
Because he did not care to part with his coin, he distracted the stall vendor and swiped the jar from its place, walking easily off with it. It wasn’t much bigger than his hand, but had a perfect little loop for a handle that made it easy to tie to one’s belt. He knew just what he was going to do with it, too. Fill it with spiders.
Of course, now he had to find some spiders.
Meandering through the marketplace, he began to peruse corners of walls and crevices, turning over stones, sidling up to webs. In his skulking around in shadowed places, he did not immediately see the man he was coming closer and closer to. Once he did perceive that he was not alone, he glanced up and leveled the other with a look.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a falsely cheerful tone. They were still in the market, but on the edges of it now, where less people walked and where he felt more sure that he’d be successful in his spider hunt. Straightening up to his full height, looked at the other man and held his jar to his chest. There were no spiders in it yet. The beasts were shockingly hard to come by when one actually wanted them.
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Swerving in and around the people of Colchis, Khanh walked with his hands fixed behind his back, looking at the the many different stalls in the market place. He liked to see what was available in every city, since food and produce varied so widely. He also liked to check out the different kinds of vessels people made. Here in Greece, they had earthenware pots and jars sitting out on the stall tables. They were vividly painted and Khanh spotted a red one dedicated to their war god, Ares. It reminded him of Somra’s dress. The same hue of red.
Because he did not care to part with his coin, he distracted the stall vendor and swiped the jar from its place, walking easily off with it. It wasn’t much bigger than his hand, but had a perfect little loop for a handle that made it easy to tie to one’s belt. He knew just what he was going to do with it, too. Fill it with spiders.
Of course, now he had to find some spiders.
Meandering through the marketplace, he began to peruse corners of walls and crevices, turning over stones, sidling up to webs. In his skulking around in shadowed places, he did not immediately see the man he was coming closer and closer to. Once he did perceive that he was not alone, he glanced up and leveled the other with a look.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a falsely cheerful tone. They were still in the market, but on the edges of it now, where less people walked and where he felt more sure that he’d be successful in his spider hunt. Straightening up to his full height, looked at the other man and held his jar to his chest. There were no spiders in it yet. The beasts were shockingly hard to come by when one actually wanted them.
Swerving in and around the people of Colchis, Khanh walked with his hands fixed behind his back, looking at the the many different stalls in the market place. He liked to see what was available in every city, since food and produce varied so widely. He also liked to check out the different kinds of vessels people made. Here in Greece, they had earthenware pots and jars sitting out on the stall tables. They were vividly painted and Khanh spotted a red one dedicated to their war god, Ares. It reminded him of Somra’s dress. The same hue of red.
Because he did not care to part with his coin, he distracted the stall vendor and swiped the jar from its place, walking easily off with it. It wasn’t much bigger than his hand, but had a perfect little loop for a handle that made it easy to tie to one’s belt. He knew just what he was going to do with it, too. Fill it with spiders.
Of course, now he had to find some spiders.
Meandering through the marketplace, he began to peruse corners of walls and crevices, turning over stones, sidling up to webs. In his skulking around in shadowed places, he did not immediately see the man he was coming closer and closer to. Once he did perceive that he was not alone, he glanced up and leveled the other with a look.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a falsely cheerful tone. They were still in the market, but on the edges of it now, where less people walked and where he felt more sure that he’d be successful in his spider hunt. Straightening up to his full height, looked at the other man and held his jar to his chest. There were no spiders in it yet. The beasts were shockingly hard to come by when one actually wanted them.
Maximus sighed as the heat began to bare down on him. Colchis was a mountainous area but it was more hot than usual. Superstitious people would have you believe that a warm day usually means that Hades is setting his gaze upon Colchis searching for who has the weakest heart. Maximus brushes those concerns there was not much that Hades could do to him as he was already cursed by Poisiden. The young man was unable to have children but his father made sure to hide as recently he was trying to marry Maximus off. Maximus gulped at the thought of his wife finding out that he was sterile. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much.
The young man snapped back to reality as he heard a man talking to a merchant. Heading towards him, Maximus smiled at the man. “Excuse me,” he said. “Are you looking for something?”
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Maximus sighed as the heat began to bare down on him. Colchis was a mountainous area but it was more hot than usual. Superstitious people would have you believe that a warm day usually means that Hades is setting his gaze upon Colchis searching for who has the weakest heart. Maximus brushes those concerns there was not much that Hades could do to him as he was already cursed by Poisiden. The young man was unable to have children but his father made sure to hide as recently he was trying to marry Maximus off. Maximus gulped at the thought of his wife finding out that he was sterile. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much.
The young man snapped back to reality as he heard a man talking to a merchant. Heading towards him, Maximus smiled at the man. “Excuse me,” he said. “Are you looking for something?”
Maximus sighed as the heat began to bare down on him. Colchis was a mountainous area but it was more hot than usual. Superstitious people would have you believe that a warm day usually means that Hades is setting his gaze upon Colchis searching for who has the weakest heart. Maximus brushes those concerns there was not much that Hades could do to him as he was already cursed by Poisiden. The young man was unable to have children but his father made sure to hide as recently he was trying to marry Maximus off. Maximus gulped at the thought of his wife finding out that he was sterile. He didn’t want to dwell on it too much.
The young man snapped back to reality as he heard a man talking to a merchant. Heading towards him, Maximus smiled at the man. “Excuse me,” he said. “Are you looking for something?”
“Yes,” Khanh’s greek wasn’t good and terribly accented by his native Coptic tongue. “Spiders,” he jiggled the empty red jar in his hands and stood up, giving Maximus a half smile. Once he did, he raised his eyebrows, noting that Maximus was only an inch or so shorter than himself. Khanh did not often meet with people as tall as he was and it was oddly pleasant to find someone who was as blessed. Or cursed, depending on how low someone’s doorway might be.
That wasn’t something that he felt Maximus could assist him with, so he drummed his fingers against the jar’s lid and gestured with it to Maximus. “You Bedoan?” he hadn’t seen anyone of Maximus’s description in quite some time and he felt a little more relaxed. Bedoa wasn’t ‘home’ to Khanh, but it was a good deal closer to Egypt than they currently were. He thought of Somra and glanced down at his jar again. It was really quite mean, but if he could get at least one spider, he planned to deposit the thing in her clothing bag. It was the least of what she deserved.
They were out of the way, here, and unlikely to be interrupted, but Khanh’s attention was momentarily snatched away from Maximus by a roukous laugh from over by one of the vendor stalls. A textile merchant, by the look of things. Nothing Khanh was particularly interested in at present. His green eyes swept back to the man before him and he waited for a reply.
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“Yes,” Khanh’s greek wasn’t good and terribly accented by his native Coptic tongue. “Spiders,” he jiggled the empty red jar in his hands and stood up, giving Maximus a half smile. Once he did, he raised his eyebrows, noting that Maximus was only an inch or so shorter than himself. Khanh did not often meet with people as tall as he was and it was oddly pleasant to find someone who was as blessed. Or cursed, depending on how low someone’s doorway might be.
That wasn’t something that he felt Maximus could assist him with, so he drummed his fingers against the jar’s lid and gestured with it to Maximus. “You Bedoan?” he hadn’t seen anyone of Maximus’s description in quite some time and he felt a little more relaxed. Bedoa wasn’t ‘home’ to Khanh, but it was a good deal closer to Egypt than they currently were. He thought of Somra and glanced down at his jar again. It was really quite mean, but if he could get at least one spider, he planned to deposit the thing in her clothing bag. It was the least of what she deserved.
They were out of the way, here, and unlikely to be interrupted, but Khanh’s attention was momentarily snatched away from Maximus by a roukous laugh from over by one of the vendor stalls. A textile merchant, by the look of things. Nothing Khanh was particularly interested in at present. His green eyes swept back to the man before him and he waited for a reply.
“Yes,” Khanh’s greek wasn’t good and terribly accented by his native Coptic tongue. “Spiders,” he jiggled the empty red jar in his hands and stood up, giving Maximus a half smile. Once he did, he raised his eyebrows, noting that Maximus was only an inch or so shorter than himself. Khanh did not often meet with people as tall as he was and it was oddly pleasant to find someone who was as blessed. Or cursed, depending on how low someone’s doorway might be.
That wasn’t something that he felt Maximus could assist him with, so he drummed his fingers against the jar’s lid and gestured with it to Maximus. “You Bedoan?” he hadn’t seen anyone of Maximus’s description in quite some time and he felt a little more relaxed. Bedoa wasn’t ‘home’ to Khanh, but it was a good deal closer to Egypt than they currently were. He thought of Somra and glanced down at his jar again. It was really quite mean, but if he could get at least one spider, he planned to deposit the thing in her clothing bag. It was the least of what she deserved.
They were out of the way, here, and unlikely to be interrupted, but Khanh’s attention was momentarily snatched away from Maximus by a roukous laugh from over by one of the vendor stalls. A textile merchant, by the look of things. Nothing Khanh was particularly interested in at present. His green eyes swept back to the man before him and he waited for a reply.
Maximus raised an eyebrow looking at the man with suspicion. Bedoa? Maximus had never heard of a area like that before? While Maximus is a proud Colchian and most citizens treated him as such, a small part of him wondered where he came from. Maximus always had the desire to trace his roots to the lands afar, his family mum on where they truly came from content on being Greeks. Sure becoming a Greek citizen was probably beneficial but what caused his descendants to leave the land that they were from? Wouldn't be better to not forget the possible mistakes they've learned in order to become a stronger family?
"We had to leave," Maximus' Grandfather would respond to him whenever the young man would ask about why they left. It was the only answer Maximus would get and any questioning to Maximus' father would result into 20 laps around Midas.
There were no traces of past culture, no language not even a trace of what Maximius' family was before they came to Greece. Now a possible piece of the puzzle was revealed to him by this eccentric looking man from the lands afar. A simple word but it revealed doors that he never thought he find. "I'm a what?" Maximus said getting closer to the man. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years."
Oh how Maximus yearned to pick the man's brain apart. He wanted to destroy the mask of professionalism holding him back and pester him with questions. Alas the only thing Maximus can do for now is to introduce himself. "I am Maximus of Laconia," Maximus gave a short bow. "May I ask who you are and where are you from traveler?"
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Maximus raised an eyebrow looking at the man with suspicion. Bedoa? Maximus had never heard of a area like that before? While Maximus is a proud Colchian and most citizens treated him as such, a small part of him wondered where he came from. Maximus always had the desire to trace his roots to the lands afar, his family mum on where they truly came from content on being Greeks. Sure becoming a Greek citizen was probably beneficial but what caused his descendants to leave the land that they were from? Wouldn't be better to not forget the possible mistakes they've learned in order to become a stronger family?
"We had to leave," Maximus' Grandfather would respond to him whenever the young man would ask about why they left. It was the only answer Maximus would get and any questioning to Maximus' father would result into 20 laps around Midas.
There were no traces of past culture, no language not even a trace of what Maximius' family was before they came to Greece. Now a possible piece of the puzzle was revealed to him by this eccentric looking man from the lands afar. A simple word but it revealed doors that he never thought he find. "I'm a what?" Maximus said getting closer to the man. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years."
Oh how Maximus yearned to pick the man's brain apart. He wanted to destroy the mask of professionalism holding him back and pester him with questions. Alas the only thing Maximus can do for now is to introduce himself. "I am Maximus of Laconia," Maximus gave a short bow. "May I ask who you are and where are you from traveler?"
Maximus raised an eyebrow looking at the man with suspicion. Bedoa? Maximus had never heard of a area like that before? While Maximus is a proud Colchian and most citizens treated him as such, a small part of him wondered where he came from. Maximus always had the desire to trace his roots to the lands afar, his family mum on where they truly came from content on being Greeks. Sure becoming a Greek citizen was probably beneficial but what caused his descendants to leave the land that they were from? Wouldn't be better to not forget the possible mistakes they've learned in order to become a stronger family?
"We had to leave," Maximus' Grandfather would respond to him whenever the young man would ask about why they left. It was the only answer Maximus would get and any questioning to Maximus' father would result into 20 laps around Midas.
There were no traces of past culture, no language not even a trace of what Maximius' family was before they came to Greece. Now a possible piece of the puzzle was revealed to him by this eccentric looking man from the lands afar. A simple word but it revealed doors that he never thought he find. "I'm a what?" Maximus said getting closer to the man. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years."
Oh how Maximus yearned to pick the man's brain apart. He wanted to destroy the mask of professionalism holding him back and pester him with questions. Alas the only thing Maximus can do for now is to introduce himself. "I am Maximus of Laconia," Maximus gave a short bow. "May I ask who you are and where are you from traveler?"
Khanh frowned a little at Maximus’s evident question when he mentioned Bedoa. It was clear from expression alone that Maximus didn’t know what he was talking about and it left Khanh wondering if his accent was really that bad. Didn’t this man understand him? He’d understood the word ‘spider’, he was pretty sure...but possibly not. Though, all of Khanh’s concern was promptly dismissed as Maximus spoke, which only further confused Khanh. Why be surprised at all? But then, he reflected, possibly this man hadn’t been confused at the term Bedoa. It probably was just accent that had caused a momentary language barrier. Greek wasn’t an easy language to acquire. It shared precious few words with Coptic and it wasn’t like Khanh spoke to Greeks every day for extended periods of time. He stayed mostly with his own group.
"We had to leave," Maximus’s clipped sentence was left hanging in the air, begging for the natural follow up of why? Bedoans rarely left their homelands. Khanh regarded Maximus with renewed interest. What had this man’s family done to cause them to leave? Or be exiled?
"I'm a what?" Maximus pressed, taking a step closer. Khanh didn’t move back, but he did frown, wondering at the closeness. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years." Maximus’s fluent speech made Khanh have to pause and sift through his limited vocabulary, trying to piece together an answer. It was evident to himself that he understood far more what was said to him than he could answer for.
“Bedoan,” Khanh repeated his answer from before. The single word that had sparked this whole conversation. But as for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know...Khanh was unable to tell him. He didn’t know enough Greek to be able to give Maximus a true answer, especially when Maximus insisted that he was, in fact, Colchian. He understood enough of what the man was saying, something about years and being Greek. But then, Maximus went the extra mile and introduce himself as Maximus. The province was unknown to Khanh who took Laconia to be the name of Maximus’s father.
When Maximus asked Khanh’s name, and where he was from, he simply shrugged and said, “Panya,” as his name. As for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know, Khanh could only spread his hands and smile, saying, “Sorry. Bad Greek.”
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Khanh frowned a little at Maximus’s evident question when he mentioned Bedoa. It was clear from expression alone that Maximus didn’t know what he was talking about and it left Khanh wondering if his accent was really that bad. Didn’t this man understand him? He’d understood the word ‘spider’, he was pretty sure...but possibly not. Though, all of Khanh’s concern was promptly dismissed as Maximus spoke, which only further confused Khanh. Why be surprised at all? But then, he reflected, possibly this man hadn’t been confused at the term Bedoa. It probably was just accent that had caused a momentary language barrier. Greek wasn’t an easy language to acquire. It shared precious few words with Coptic and it wasn’t like Khanh spoke to Greeks every day for extended periods of time. He stayed mostly with his own group.
"We had to leave," Maximus’s clipped sentence was left hanging in the air, begging for the natural follow up of why? Bedoans rarely left their homelands. Khanh regarded Maximus with renewed interest. What had this man’s family done to cause them to leave? Or be exiled?
"I'm a what?" Maximus pressed, taking a step closer. Khanh didn’t move back, but he did frown, wondering at the closeness. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years." Maximus’s fluent speech made Khanh have to pause and sift through his limited vocabulary, trying to piece together an answer. It was evident to himself that he understood far more what was said to him than he could answer for.
“Bedoan,” Khanh repeated his answer from before. The single word that had sparked this whole conversation. But as for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know...Khanh was unable to tell him. He didn’t know enough Greek to be able to give Maximus a true answer, especially when Maximus insisted that he was, in fact, Colchian. He understood enough of what the man was saying, something about years and being Greek. But then, Maximus went the extra mile and introduce himself as Maximus. The province was unknown to Khanh who took Laconia to be the name of Maximus’s father.
When Maximus asked Khanh’s name, and where he was from, he simply shrugged and said, “Panya,” as his name. As for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know, Khanh could only spread his hands and smile, saying, “Sorry. Bad Greek.”
Khanh frowned a little at Maximus’s evident question when he mentioned Bedoa. It was clear from expression alone that Maximus didn’t know what he was talking about and it left Khanh wondering if his accent was really that bad. Didn’t this man understand him? He’d understood the word ‘spider’, he was pretty sure...but possibly not. Though, all of Khanh’s concern was promptly dismissed as Maximus spoke, which only further confused Khanh. Why be surprised at all? But then, he reflected, possibly this man hadn’t been confused at the term Bedoa. It probably was just accent that had caused a momentary language barrier. Greek wasn’t an easy language to acquire. It shared precious few words with Coptic and it wasn’t like Khanh spoke to Greeks every day for extended periods of time. He stayed mostly with his own group.
"We had to leave," Maximus’s clipped sentence was left hanging in the air, begging for the natural follow up of why? Bedoans rarely left their homelands. Khanh regarded Maximus with renewed interest. What had this man’s family done to cause them to leave? Or be exiled?
"I'm a what?" Maximus pressed, taking a step closer. Khanh didn’t move back, but he did frown, wondering at the closeness. "What is this Bedoan you speak about? I am a Colchian soldier my family has been in Greece for years." Maximus’s fluent speech made Khanh have to pause and sift through his limited vocabulary, trying to piece together an answer. It was evident to himself that he understood far more what was said to him than he could answer for.
“Bedoan,” Khanh repeated his answer from before. The single word that had sparked this whole conversation. But as for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know...Khanh was unable to tell him. He didn’t know enough Greek to be able to give Maximus a true answer, especially when Maximus insisted that he was, in fact, Colchian. He understood enough of what the man was saying, something about years and being Greek. But then, Maximus went the extra mile and introduce himself as Maximus. The province was unknown to Khanh who took Laconia to be the name of Maximus’s father.
When Maximus asked Khanh’s name, and where he was from, he simply shrugged and said, “Panya,” as his name. As for the rest of what Maximus wanted to know, Khanh could only spread his hands and smile, saying, “Sorry. Bad Greek.”
Bedoan….. Maximus had no idea who they are but the man who was named Panya knew a lot of these Bedoans. Of the years, that Maximus had explored and conversed with people in the marketplace there were no mentions of Bedoans by traveling merchants from the lands afar. "Your Greek isn't bad my friend," Maximus said still standing at attention. "My apologies I was just shocked of what you called me that's all."
Panya's skin was bronze which indicated that the land he came from had a warm climate. Given that his skin was dark Maximus had theorized that where he was from it was hot hotter than where Panya is. The young man also guessed the reason why his ancestors left wherever they came from was because the lands they
Attempting to regain his composure, Maximus smiled. "So Panya," Maximus said. "What are you doing In Colchis? What do you hope to find here?" He felt tempted to ask Panya many questions regarding the Bedoans but right now it was best to reign it in. Maximus didn't want to scare off Panya or make him believe that he was interrogating him.
"If you're looking for a particular store," Maximus said. "I can lead you to it. I've walked around the marketplace since I was a child. The place is like a second home to me."
Maximus smelt the scent of a cinnamon bread and smiled. "We Colchians are also known to create some great bread," he said. "Tangeans would like you to think that they're wonderful bakers because of their fertile land but try their food and it'll make you want to head to the nearest river to throw up."
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Bedoan….. Maximus had no idea who they are but the man who was named Panya knew a lot of these Bedoans. Of the years, that Maximus had explored and conversed with people in the marketplace there were no mentions of Bedoans by traveling merchants from the lands afar. "Your Greek isn't bad my friend," Maximus said still standing at attention. "My apologies I was just shocked of what you called me that's all."
Panya's skin was bronze which indicated that the land he came from had a warm climate. Given that his skin was dark Maximus had theorized that where he was from it was hot hotter than where Panya is. The young man also guessed the reason why his ancestors left wherever they came from was because the lands they
Attempting to regain his composure, Maximus smiled. "So Panya," Maximus said. "What are you doing In Colchis? What do you hope to find here?" He felt tempted to ask Panya many questions regarding the Bedoans but right now it was best to reign it in. Maximus didn't want to scare off Panya or make him believe that he was interrogating him.
"If you're looking for a particular store," Maximus said. "I can lead you to it. I've walked around the marketplace since I was a child. The place is like a second home to me."
Maximus smelt the scent of a cinnamon bread and smiled. "We Colchians are also known to create some great bread," he said. "Tangeans would like you to think that they're wonderful bakers because of their fertile land but try their food and it'll make you want to head to the nearest river to throw up."
Bedoan….. Maximus had no idea who they are but the man who was named Panya knew a lot of these Bedoans. Of the years, that Maximus had explored and conversed with people in the marketplace there were no mentions of Bedoans by traveling merchants from the lands afar. "Your Greek isn't bad my friend," Maximus said still standing at attention. "My apologies I was just shocked of what you called me that's all."
Panya's skin was bronze which indicated that the land he came from had a warm climate. Given that his skin was dark Maximus had theorized that where he was from it was hot hotter than where Panya is. The young man also guessed the reason why his ancestors left wherever they came from was because the lands they
Attempting to regain his composure, Maximus smiled. "So Panya," Maximus said. "What are you doing In Colchis? What do you hope to find here?" He felt tempted to ask Panya many questions regarding the Bedoans but right now it was best to reign it in. Maximus didn't want to scare off Panya or make him believe that he was interrogating him.
"If you're looking for a particular store," Maximus said. "I can lead you to it. I've walked around the marketplace since I was a child. The place is like a second home to me."
Maximus smelt the scent of a cinnamon bread and smiled. "We Colchians are also known to create some great bread," he said. "Tangeans would like you to think that they're wonderful bakers because of their fertile land but try their food and it'll make you want to head to the nearest river to throw up."
”So, Panya,” the man said in a tone Khanh could clearly hear was conversational. Not everything the man said he was understood by the Egyptian, but he caught enough to piece together what the other meant. ”What are you doing in Colchis? What do you hope to find here?” Khanh could not help but grin at the pointed nature of the question. The way the other man’s face looked, with its open, good natured expression assured Khanh that he knew nothing. The question was merely a friendly one. He’d noticed that about Greece. The people here tended to be friendly and extremely willing to talk. It wasn’t like that everywhere.
“Find?” Khanh folded his muscular arms and looked off to the left, eyeing the stone wall where he’d been crouched only a few minutes earlier. “Not find,” he said slowly, trying to dredge up what little words he knew. “Sell. I am a merchant.” That was a total lie, of course, but there was no way for this man to know that and why would he doubt it anyway? Khanh supposed if you maybe tilted your head and squinted a bit, he could be sort of considered a merchant? Sort of. In that he took people’s things, rather than sold things to them. “But always looking for things,” he said, to steer the conversation away from questions like ‘what did he sell’.
The man went on to helpfully offer to lead him around the marketplace. Khanh wanted to tell him no, he didn’t need that, but couldn’t really figure out why he should refuse that help. After all, if he was a foreign merchant, as he claimed, then he’d surely want to know all about his competition and also make friends with the other vendors, would he not?
“Thank you, friend,” he said, tacking on the word friend as a way to seem friendly. “I would like that. We could do that now?” he uncrossed his arms in order to gesture toward the ground with one finger, indicating immediateness.
Maximus commented, as Khanh moved toward the stalls, that Colchis was famous for its bread. “Is it?” the large man asked. “Maybe you buy me some,” he said in a way that was clearly teasing, though if the man took him up on it, he wouldn’t say no to food. Though Maximus went on to mention Taengea, which was a place that Khanh knew of by name but had never visited.
“This is only place in Greece I come,” he said, knowing his grammar was terrible and not really being able to do much about it. “You travel lots?” he asked, glancing at the stalls as they passed them. He spotted the bread that Maximus had been smelling and stopped to eye it. He wouldn’t buy any on his own, preferring not to waste money on anything with an artesian flare. It wasn’t that he was opposed to eating such things, but would only do so if they were presented to him. Aside from that, he knew just by the smell of the cinnamon that it was expensive indeed, and meant for the rich. Cinnamon was one of those spices that poor people simply could not afford most of the time.
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”So, Panya,” the man said in a tone Khanh could clearly hear was conversational. Not everything the man said he was understood by the Egyptian, but he caught enough to piece together what the other meant. ”What are you doing in Colchis? What do you hope to find here?” Khanh could not help but grin at the pointed nature of the question. The way the other man’s face looked, with its open, good natured expression assured Khanh that he knew nothing. The question was merely a friendly one. He’d noticed that about Greece. The people here tended to be friendly and extremely willing to talk. It wasn’t like that everywhere.
“Find?” Khanh folded his muscular arms and looked off to the left, eyeing the stone wall where he’d been crouched only a few minutes earlier. “Not find,” he said slowly, trying to dredge up what little words he knew. “Sell. I am a merchant.” That was a total lie, of course, but there was no way for this man to know that and why would he doubt it anyway? Khanh supposed if you maybe tilted your head and squinted a bit, he could be sort of considered a merchant? Sort of. In that he took people’s things, rather than sold things to them. “But always looking for things,” he said, to steer the conversation away from questions like ‘what did he sell’.
The man went on to helpfully offer to lead him around the marketplace. Khanh wanted to tell him no, he didn’t need that, but couldn’t really figure out why he should refuse that help. After all, if he was a foreign merchant, as he claimed, then he’d surely want to know all about his competition and also make friends with the other vendors, would he not?
“Thank you, friend,” he said, tacking on the word friend as a way to seem friendly. “I would like that. We could do that now?” he uncrossed his arms in order to gesture toward the ground with one finger, indicating immediateness.
Maximus commented, as Khanh moved toward the stalls, that Colchis was famous for its bread. “Is it?” the large man asked. “Maybe you buy me some,” he said in a way that was clearly teasing, though if the man took him up on it, he wouldn’t say no to food. Though Maximus went on to mention Taengea, which was a place that Khanh knew of by name but had never visited.
“This is only place in Greece I come,” he said, knowing his grammar was terrible and not really being able to do much about it. “You travel lots?” he asked, glancing at the stalls as they passed them. He spotted the bread that Maximus had been smelling and stopped to eye it. He wouldn’t buy any on his own, preferring not to waste money on anything with an artesian flare. It wasn’t that he was opposed to eating such things, but would only do so if they were presented to him. Aside from that, he knew just by the smell of the cinnamon that it was expensive indeed, and meant for the rich. Cinnamon was one of those spices that poor people simply could not afford most of the time.
”So, Panya,” the man said in a tone Khanh could clearly hear was conversational. Not everything the man said he was understood by the Egyptian, but he caught enough to piece together what the other meant. ”What are you doing in Colchis? What do you hope to find here?” Khanh could not help but grin at the pointed nature of the question. The way the other man’s face looked, with its open, good natured expression assured Khanh that he knew nothing. The question was merely a friendly one. He’d noticed that about Greece. The people here tended to be friendly and extremely willing to talk. It wasn’t like that everywhere.
“Find?” Khanh folded his muscular arms and looked off to the left, eyeing the stone wall where he’d been crouched only a few minutes earlier. “Not find,” he said slowly, trying to dredge up what little words he knew. “Sell. I am a merchant.” That was a total lie, of course, but there was no way for this man to know that and why would he doubt it anyway? Khanh supposed if you maybe tilted your head and squinted a bit, he could be sort of considered a merchant? Sort of. In that he took people’s things, rather than sold things to them. “But always looking for things,” he said, to steer the conversation away from questions like ‘what did he sell’.
The man went on to helpfully offer to lead him around the marketplace. Khanh wanted to tell him no, he didn’t need that, but couldn’t really figure out why he should refuse that help. After all, if he was a foreign merchant, as he claimed, then he’d surely want to know all about his competition and also make friends with the other vendors, would he not?
“Thank you, friend,” he said, tacking on the word friend as a way to seem friendly. “I would like that. We could do that now?” he uncrossed his arms in order to gesture toward the ground with one finger, indicating immediateness.
Maximus commented, as Khanh moved toward the stalls, that Colchis was famous for its bread. “Is it?” the large man asked. “Maybe you buy me some,” he said in a way that was clearly teasing, though if the man took him up on it, he wouldn’t say no to food. Though Maximus went on to mention Taengea, which was a place that Khanh knew of by name but had never visited.
“This is only place in Greece I come,” he said, knowing his grammar was terrible and not really being able to do much about it. “You travel lots?” he asked, glancing at the stalls as they passed them. He spotted the bread that Maximus had been smelling and stopped to eye it. He wouldn’t buy any on his own, preferring not to waste money on anything with an artesian flare. It wasn’t that he was opposed to eating such things, but would only do so if they were presented to him. Aside from that, he knew just by the smell of the cinnamon that it was expensive indeed, and meant for the rich. Cinnamon was one of those spices that poor people simply could not afford most of the time.
So Panya was another merchant who came from the lands afar to trade with Colchians? It was wonderful see another foreigner visit Colchis, it was better for their image. Despite the fact that Maximus visits and converses with merchants with many different backgrounds it was still said that Colchis was a cold and uninviting place due to the people's stoic nature. Well Colchis was cold in the sense that it was an island that sometimes can be freezing. Maximus recalled one winter where there was actually snow. It was dumb propaganda most likely perpetuated by Tangeans and it stuck to Colchis like a fly attracted to sweat. Bah Tangeans! What do those plump lazy sloths know about hard work?! They're so fat they can be used as trebuchet projectiles!
"Excellent Panya," Maximus bowed a little before turning on his heel and entering the bustling Agora. The young man chuckled when Panya mentioned that he should buy him some bread. "Is that a joke friend?" Maximus smirked. "It was pretty funny. Of course I can Panya! Colchis has some amazing bread! In Laconia where I'm from, Bread produced from there is considered to be the best in Greece." Maximus winked. "And I'm not saying that because I'm biased." he said.
As a soldier particularly a Private Maximus' pay is meager, but by the Gods grace a loaf of bread as cheap as a string of yarn. "I don't," Maximus said sadly. "Small part of why I became soldier I wanted to see more of the world beyond Greece. It's been good to me but...."
Maximus sighed. "I want to see more of the word that the Gods have constructed. I want to see new cultures and new people like you."
He really hoped that he didn't offend Panya, Maximus slithered past the always busy people walking at a pace so Panya can keep up. "It's good that you only come to Colchis," Max smirked. "The fact you come to only here shows that you find place something worth going to. For too long we've been pigeonholed into being a xenophobic people. But that's a misconception a Colchian is hardy and believes in the value of earning respect."
Maximus entire body bristled with pride. "There's a reason why we breed great soldiers." he said. "Because Colchis gives birth to real men."
He felt a pang of unease as soon as he said that. Maximus wasn't really Colchian well his family wasn't pure Greek. They were as Panya said Bedoean as much as he touts out that he is Greek, Maximus was sometimes haunted by the fact that he may not truly belong here.
"So!" Maximus said forcing a smile. "Is there any place in Colchis you like Panya?"
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So Panya was another merchant who came from the lands afar to trade with Colchians? It was wonderful see another foreigner visit Colchis, it was better for their image. Despite the fact that Maximus visits and converses with merchants with many different backgrounds it was still said that Colchis was a cold and uninviting place due to the people's stoic nature. Well Colchis was cold in the sense that it was an island that sometimes can be freezing. Maximus recalled one winter where there was actually snow. It was dumb propaganda most likely perpetuated by Tangeans and it stuck to Colchis like a fly attracted to sweat. Bah Tangeans! What do those plump lazy sloths know about hard work?! They're so fat they can be used as trebuchet projectiles!
"Excellent Panya," Maximus bowed a little before turning on his heel and entering the bustling Agora. The young man chuckled when Panya mentioned that he should buy him some bread. "Is that a joke friend?" Maximus smirked. "It was pretty funny. Of course I can Panya! Colchis has some amazing bread! In Laconia where I'm from, Bread produced from there is considered to be the best in Greece." Maximus winked. "And I'm not saying that because I'm biased." he said.
As a soldier particularly a Private Maximus' pay is meager, but by the Gods grace a loaf of bread as cheap as a string of yarn. "I don't," Maximus said sadly. "Small part of why I became soldier I wanted to see more of the world beyond Greece. It's been good to me but...."
Maximus sighed. "I want to see more of the word that the Gods have constructed. I want to see new cultures and new people like you."
He really hoped that he didn't offend Panya, Maximus slithered past the always busy people walking at a pace so Panya can keep up. "It's good that you only come to Colchis," Max smirked. "The fact you come to only here shows that you find place something worth going to. For too long we've been pigeonholed into being a xenophobic people. But that's a misconception a Colchian is hardy and believes in the value of earning respect."
Maximus entire body bristled with pride. "There's a reason why we breed great soldiers." he said. "Because Colchis gives birth to real men."
He felt a pang of unease as soon as he said that. Maximus wasn't really Colchian well his family wasn't pure Greek. They were as Panya said Bedoean as much as he touts out that he is Greek, Maximus was sometimes haunted by the fact that he may not truly belong here.
"So!" Maximus said forcing a smile. "Is there any place in Colchis you like Panya?"
So Panya was another merchant who came from the lands afar to trade with Colchians? It was wonderful see another foreigner visit Colchis, it was better for their image. Despite the fact that Maximus visits and converses with merchants with many different backgrounds it was still said that Colchis was a cold and uninviting place due to the people's stoic nature. Well Colchis was cold in the sense that it was an island that sometimes can be freezing. Maximus recalled one winter where there was actually snow. It was dumb propaganda most likely perpetuated by Tangeans and it stuck to Colchis like a fly attracted to sweat. Bah Tangeans! What do those plump lazy sloths know about hard work?! They're so fat they can be used as trebuchet projectiles!
"Excellent Panya," Maximus bowed a little before turning on his heel and entering the bustling Agora. The young man chuckled when Panya mentioned that he should buy him some bread. "Is that a joke friend?" Maximus smirked. "It was pretty funny. Of course I can Panya! Colchis has some amazing bread! In Laconia where I'm from, Bread produced from there is considered to be the best in Greece." Maximus winked. "And I'm not saying that because I'm biased." he said.
As a soldier particularly a Private Maximus' pay is meager, but by the Gods grace a loaf of bread as cheap as a string of yarn. "I don't," Maximus said sadly. "Small part of why I became soldier I wanted to see more of the world beyond Greece. It's been good to me but...."
Maximus sighed. "I want to see more of the word that the Gods have constructed. I want to see new cultures and new people like you."
He really hoped that he didn't offend Panya, Maximus slithered past the always busy people walking at a pace so Panya can keep up. "It's good that you only come to Colchis," Max smirked. "The fact you come to only here shows that you find place something worth going to. For too long we've been pigeonholed into being a xenophobic people. But that's a misconception a Colchian is hardy and believes in the value of earning respect."
Maximus entire body bristled with pride. "There's a reason why we breed great soldiers." he said. "Because Colchis gives birth to real men."
He felt a pang of unease as soon as he said that. Maximus wasn't really Colchian well his family wasn't pure Greek. They were as Panya said Bedoean as much as he touts out that he is Greek, Maximus was sometimes haunted by the fact that he may not truly belong here.
"So!" Maximus said forcing a smile. "Is there any place in Colchis you like Panya?"
Khanh followed along with Maximus, listening contentedly and not offering terribly much in return. For one, this conversation was seriously testing the limits of his grasp on this language. Sometimes he understood what the other man was driving at, sometimes he didn’t. But the conversation was pleasant enough by sound alone and he walked with his hands tucked behind his back. Maximus’s offer to buy the bread was never actually acted upon and Khanh didn’t stop to take him up on it, either. He’d been being cheeky and he could steal his own bread if it came to that. He simply didn’t feel like it. Not hungry enough and it wasn’t worth the risk. Not when they had enough food back home.
He nodded along as Maximus told him that he’d like to see more of the world, thinking of all the lands he himself had walked thus far. It was true that his life had taken him in some wild directions, but there was something to be said for having a fixed home and hearth to come home to. For Khanh, his fellow thieves were his home. Wherever they were was where he wanted to be.
Though, as the conversation moved on and Maximus said that Colchis gave birth to ‘real men’, Khanh looked askance at him. The soldier said it as though real men weren’t born elsewhere and Khanh, with his smooth bronze skin and hulking frame did not, in any way, consider himself not a real man. He found it a little ironic that the man beside him seemed not to love his own ancestral homeland. Other than a narrowing of cold green eyes, Khanh didn’t actually say anything or dispute it. It wasn’t worth the argument.
”So! Is there any place in Colchis you like, Panya?” Maximus finally asked and Khanh shrugged.
“It nice,” he commented through a deep rumble in his chest, looking around. They’d come to the very edge of the market and it was here that Khanh was going to part from his companion. “I like where I see,” he said, gesturing around and then smiled at Maximus, reaching for the man’s hand to give it a shake. “I come find you,” he promised. “We talk more later?”
Khanh was very conscious of the spiders he had locked in the jar at his belt and he didn’t love the thought of wandering around with them all day. Somra needed them in her bed before she went to sleep…
With hands shaken and their conversation now at an end, Khanh flashed Maximus one last smile and a wave before disappearing into the crowd and on his way back home.
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Khanh followed along with Maximus, listening contentedly and not offering terribly much in return. For one, this conversation was seriously testing the limits of his grasp on this language. Sometimes he understood what the other man was driving at, sometimes he didn’t. But the conversation was pleasant enough by sound alone and he walked with his hands tucked behind his back. Maximus’s offer to buy the bread was never actually acted upon and Khanh didn’t stop to take him up on it, either. He’d been being cheeky and he could steal his own bread if it came to that. He simply didn’t feel like it. Not hungry enough and it wasn’t worth the risk. Not when they had enough food back home.
He nodded along as Maximus told him that he’d like to see more of the world, thinking of all the lands he himself had walked thus far. It was true that his life had taken him in some wild directions, but there was something to be said for having a fixed home and hearth to come home to. For Khanh, his fellow thieves were his home. Wherever they were was where he wanted to be.
Though, as the conversation moved on and Maximus said that Colchis gave birth to ‘real men’, Khanh looked askance at him. The soldier said it as though real men weren’t born elsewhere and Khanh, with his smooth bronze skin and hulking frame did not, in any way, consider himself not a real man. He found it a little ironic that the man beside him seemed not to love his own ancestral homeland. Other than a narrowing of cold green eyes, Khanh didn’t actually say anything or dispute it. It wasn’t worth the argument.
”So! Is there any place in Colchis you like, Panya?” Maximus finally asked and Khanh shrugged.
“It nice,” he commented through a deep rumble in his chest, looking around. They’d come to the very edge of the market and it was here that Khanh was going to part from his companion. “I like where I see,” he said, gesturing around and then smiled at Maximus, reaching for the man’s hand to give it a shake. “I come find you,” he promised. “We talk more later?”
Khanh was very conscious of the spiders he had locked in the jar at his belt and he didn’t love the thought of wandering around with them all day. Somra needed them in her bed before she went to sleep…
With hands shaken and their conversation now at an end, Khanh flashed Maximus one last smile and a wave before disappearing into the crowd and on his way back home.
Khanh followed along with Maximus, listening contentedly and not offering terribly much in return. For one, this conversation was seriously testing the limits of his grasp on this language. Sometimes he understood what the other man was driving at, sometimes he didn’t. But the conversation was pleasant enough by sound alone and he walked with his hands tucked behind his back. Maximus’s offer to buy the bread was never actually acted upon and Khanh didn’t stop to take him up on it, either. He’d been being cheeky and he could steal his own bread if it came to that. He simply didn’t feel like it. Not hungry enough and it wasn’t worth the risk. Not when they had enough food back home.
He nodded along as Maximus told him that he’d like to see more of the world, thinking of all the lands he himself had walked thus far. It was true that his life had taken him in some wild directions, but there was something to be said for having a fixed home and hearth to come home to. For Khanh, his fellow thieves were his home. Wherever they were was where he wanted to be.
Though, as the conversation moved on and Maximus said that Colchis gave birth to ‘real men’, Khanh looked askance at him. The soldier said it as though real men weren’t born elsewhere and Khanh, with his smooth bronze skin and hulking frame did not, in any way, consider himself not a real man. He found it a little ironic that the man beside him seemed not to love his own ancestral homeland. Other than a narrowing of cold green eyes, Khanh didn’t actually say anything or dispute it. It wasn’t worth the argument.
”So! Is there any place in Colchis you like, Panya?” Maximus finally asked and Khanh shrugged.
“It nice,” he commented through a deep rumble in his chest, looking around. They’d come to the very edge of the market and it was here that Khanh was going to part from his companion. “I like where I see,” he said, gesturing around and then smiled at Maximus, reaching for the man’s hand to give it a shake. “I come find you,” he promised. “We talk more later?”
Khanh was very conscious of the spiders he had locked in the jar at his belt and he didn’t love the thought of wandering around with them all day. Somra needed them in her bed before she went to sleep…
With hands shaken and their conversation now at an end, Khanh flashed Maximus one last smile and a wave before disappearing into the crowd and on his way back home.