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It was late in the evening, almost close to midnight when Sil silently waited for his contracted pirate to arrive with a large number of goods.... human goods to be exact. He hadn't a bloody clue to what possessed him to buy a dozen slaves from Africa, off of a pirate. He could have done it with regular merchants, but nooo, he had to get them from a pirate. Stupid Sil, doing everything the hard way. Their smaller manor on the Upper Levels was in need of new slaves since most of the old ones were old and more than likely beginning to become useless. They had been around since the time of his birth, perhaps even longer.
Sil hadn't need to worry much about what he was doing to be illegal, but buying slaves though pirates weren't something done often. Most of the time there was a public auction or something of that sort for these times of stuff. Being as young and inexperienced as he was, he had no clue what to do. Usually, it was his brother who brought slaves and these kinds of things from merchants and other types of people. However this time Tim had agreed to allow him to do this transaction by himself, claiming he needed the practice. Sil had begged him to reconsider, but his brother was firm. It was true, buying with merchants was one thing and buying with a pirate that was something entirely different. A sudden thrill shot down his back. This would be a rather exciting experience.
Pacing around the back door of the manor, the young man tried to calm himself down. How do one act with a pirate? Would he need to defend himself in case the pirate got violent...? Good thing he was good with a sword and even if he didn't have one, he would be able to defend himself just fine. Nawing on his lip, SIl peered into the darkness, wondering when Lukos was going to show up. It was a starless as well as moonless night. That made is mind wander to how it would be like to travel in the dark. He ought to try it out some time. Perhaps not anytime soon since he just got home, but soon. Anyways, back to the topic on the pirate. He had heard rumors that this man was relatively good with timing.
Sil glanced back into the dimly lit manor. If need be, he could always yell for Tim. His brother was only a room away. The older Valoritis would know how to deal with Lukos if things went down wrong. As he continued to wait, his mind when back to how it all got started. It was kind of sad to think that it was all due to slaves that he had been persuaded to come home. Well, among many other things. Shaking his head, the young man went back to pacing. If he wasn't careful, he might wear a hole into the soft ground beneath him.
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It was late in the evening, almost close to midnight when Sil silently waited for his contracted pirate to arrive with a large number of goods.... human goods to be exact. He hadn't a bloody clue to what possessed him to buy a dozen slaves from Africa, off of a pirate. He could have done it with regular merchants, but nooo, he had to get them from a pirate. Stupid Sil, doing everything the hard way. Their smaller manor on the Upper Levels was in need of new slaves since most of the old ones were old and more than likely beginning to become useless. They had been around since the time of his birth, perhaps even longer.
Sil hadn't need to worry much about what he was doing to be illegal, but buying slaves though pirates weren't something done often. Most of the time there was a public auction or something of that sort for these times of stuff. Being as young and inexperienced as he was, he had no clue what to do. Usually, it was his brother who brought slaves and these kinds of things from merchants and other types of people. However this time Tim had agreed to allow him to do this transaction by himself, claiming he needed the practice. Sil had begged him to reconsider, but his brother was firm. It was true, buying with merchants was one thing and buying with a pirate that was something entirely different. A sudden thrill shot down his back. This would be a rather exciting experience.
Pacing around the back door of the manor, the young man tried to calm himself down. How do one act with a pirate? Would he need to defend himself in case the pirate got violent...? Good thing he was good with a sword and even if he didn't have one, he would be able to defend himself just fine. Nawing on his lip, SIl peered into the darkness, wondering when Lukos was going to show up. It was a starless as well as moonless night. That made is mind wander to how it would be like to travel in the dark. He ought to try it out some time. Perhaps not anytime soon since he just got home, but soon. Anyways, back to the topic on the pirate. He had heard rumors that this man was relatively good with timing.
Sil glanced back into the dimly lit manor. If need be, he could always yell for Tim. His brother was only a room away. The older Valoritis would know how to deal with Lukos if things went down wrong. As he continued to wait, his mind when back to how it all got started. It was kind of sad to think that it was all due to slaves that he had been persuaded to come home. Well, among many other things. Shaking his head, the young man went back to pacing. If he wasn't careful, he might wear a hole into the soft ground beneath him.
It was late in the evening, almost close to midnight when Sil silently waited for his contracted pirate to arrive with a large number of goods.... human goods to be exact. He hadn't a bloody clue to what possessed him to buy a dozen slaves from Africa, off of a pirate. He could have done it with regular merchants, but nooo, he had to get them from a pirate. Stupid Sil, doing everything the hard way. Their smaller manor on the Upper Levels was in need of new slaves since most of the old ones were old and more than likely beginning to become useless. They had been around since the time of his birth, perhaps even longer.
Sil hadn't need to worry much about what he was doing to be illegal, but buying slaves though pirates weren't something done often. Most of the time there was a public auction or something of that sort for these times of stuff. Being as young and inexperienced as he was, he had no clue what to do. Usually, it was his brother who brought slaves and these kinds of things from merchants and other types of people. However this time Tim had agreed to allow him to do this transaction by himself, claiming he needed the practice. Sil had begged him to reconsider, but his brother was firm. It was true, buying with merchants was one thing and buying with a pirate that was something entirely different. A sudden thrill shot down his back. This would be a rather exciting experience.
Pacing around the back door of the manor, the young man tried to calm himself down. How do one act with a pirate? Would he need to defend himself in case the pirate got violent...? Good thing he was good with a sword and even if he didn't have one, he would be able to defend himself just fine. Nawing on his lip, SIl peered into the darkness, wondering when Lukos was going to show up. It was a starless as well as moonless night. That made is mind wander to how it would be like to travel in the dark. He ought to try it out some time. Perhaps not anytime soon since he just got home, but soon. Anyways, back to the topic on the pirate. He had heard rumors that this man was relatively good with timing.
Sil glanced back into the dimly lit manor. If need be, he could always yell for Tim. His brother was only a room away. The older Valoritis would know how to deal with Lukos if things went down wrong. As he continued to wait, his mind when back to how it all got started. It was kind of sad to think that it was all due to slaves that he had been persuaded to come home. Well, among many other things. Shaking his head, the young man went back to pacing. If he wasn't careful, he might wear a hole into the soft ground beneath him.
Chains clinked in the darkness. The group of a dozen slaves moved tight lipped and wide eyed through the dim, zig zag streets of Midas. They were led by a tall, dark haired man who kept his black eyes on the ever steepening road ahead. At this hour, the city slept. Much like he’d rather be doing.
At the end of the line of slaves plodded a beast of a man, shoulders taller than the rest of them. The chain’s tail rested secure in his meaty fist while Lukos loosely held its beginning. Their destination blazed like a beacon at the top of the hill; the only house on the street with lamps still lit.
“Fucking midnight,” Arktos puffed, his voice too loud after the prolonged silence.
“Fucking midnight,” Lukos agreed under his breath. Why Valotiri had specified such a late hour was beyond him but he didn’t argue. Nobles tended to be eccentric, in his experience.
A single bronze brazier bowl, cradled on long, spindly legs burned in the center of the courtyard. It cast a wide halo that failed to penetrate the gloom beyond the gate. Fire reflected in the fourteen pairs of eyes as Lukos stepped up to the bars, looking in. For a few seconds, the courtyard remained deserted, save for a guard by the villa’s front door. The man frowned at Lukos but turned his head, eliciting a harsh whistle from between his teeth.
“Coming,” an ancient voice crackled from somewhere unseen within the house.
Lukos stepped back from the gate as an old man hobbled into view. He waited for the servant to look him over and demand his name. Here, he was amused to see that the servant’s eyes didn’t linger long on him, but on the dark forms behind him. With a disgusted look, the old man unfastened the bolt and stood aside.
“Wait here,” he said, his voice cracking. “I shall inform my master.”
Lukos tugged at the slaves, pulling them behind him into the courtyard. He followed the servant only as far as the brazier’s round halo of light. The slaves, he lined up in an orderly row. This he did in silence and with hand gestures as none of them spoke greek and his Coptic was poor. Shadows flickered in the hollows of their eyes and under their cheekbones, bringing their features into stark contrast.
Arktos leaned against the gate, shutting it as he did so. He puffed as he tried to catch his breath. Lukos looked down at the flagstones at his feet. They waited for the servant to reappear.
Hobbling to the inner part of the house, the stooped old servant gave a clumsy bow when he found Silanos. “Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians,” he added dubiously. Obviously he was far more comfortable with the thought of two greek pirates rather than egyptian slaves. This sentiment was not an uncommon one amongst the greek populace. That Silanos had chosen to bring twelve to Midas was odd, if a little dangerous for his new slaves.
The servant hovered in the doorway, waiting to either bring Lukos in to his master, or to bring Silanos out to meet with the pirate captain.
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Chains clinked in the darkness. The group of a dozen slaves moved tight lipped and wide eyed through the dim, zig zag streets of Midas. They were led by a tall, dark haired man who kept his black eyes on the ever steepening road ahead. At this hour, the city slept. Much like he’d rather be doing.
At the end of the line of slaves plodded a beast of a man, shoulders taller than the rest of them. The chain’s tail rested secure in his meaty fist while Lukos loosely held its beginning. Their destination blazed like a beacon at the top of the hill; the only house on the street with lamps still lit.
“Fucking midnight,” Arktos puffed, his voice too loud after the prolonged silence.
“Fucking midnight,” Lukos agreed under his breath. Why Valotiri had specified such a late hour was beyond him but he didn’t argue. Nobles tended to be eccentric, in his experience.
A single bronze brazier bowl, cradled on long, spindly legs burned in the center of the courtyard. It cast a wide halo that failed to penetrate the gloom beyond the gate. Fire reflected in the fourteen pairs of eyes as Lukos stepped up to the bars, looking in. For a few seconds, the courtyard remained deserted, save for a guard by the villa’s front door. The man frowned at Lukos but turned his head, eliciting a harsh whistle from between his teeth.
“Coming,” an ancient voice crackled from somewhere unseen within the house.
Lukos stepped back from the gate as an old man hobbled into view. He waited for the servant to look him over and demand his name. Here, he was amused to see that the servant’s eyes didn’t linger long on him, but on the dark forms behind him. With a disgusted look, the old man unfastened the bolt and stood aside.
“Wait here,” he said, his voice cracking. “I shall inform my master.”
Lukos tugged at the slaves, pulling them behind him into the courtyard. He followed the servant only as far as the brazier’s round halo of light. The slaves, he lined up in an orderly row. This he did in silence and with hand gestures as none of them spoke greek and his Coptic was poor. Shadows flickered in the hollows of their eyes and under their cheekbones, bringing their features into stark contrast.
Arktos leaned against the gate, shutting it as he did so. He puffed as he tried to catch his breath. Lukos looked down at the flagstones at his feet. They waited for the servant to reappear.
Hobbling to the inner part of the house, the stooped old servant gave a clumsy bow when he found Silanos. “Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians,” he added dubiously. Obviously he was far more comfortable with the thought of two greek pirates rather than egyptian slaves. This sentiment was not an uncommon one amongst the greek populace. That Silanos had chosen to bring twelve to Midas was odd, if a little dangerous for his new slaves.
The servant hovered in the doorway, waiting to either bring Lukos in to his master, or to bring Silanos out to meet with the pirate captain.
Chains clinked in the darkness. The group of a dozen slaves moved tight lipped and wide eyed through the dim, zig zag streets of Midas. They were led by a tall, dark haired man who kept his black eyes on the ever steepening road ahead. At this hour, the city slept. Much like he’d rather be doing.
At the end of the line of slaves plodded a beast of a man, shoulders taller than the rest of them. The chain’s tail rested secure in his meaty fist while Lukos loosely held its beginning. Their destination blazed like a beacon at the top of the hill; the only house on the street with lamps still lit.
“Fucking midnight,” Arktos puffed, his voice too loud after the prolonged silence.
“Fucking midnight,” Lukos agreed under his breath. Why Valotiri had specified such a late hour was beyond him but he didn’t argue. Nobles tended to be eccentric, in his experience.
A single bronze brazier bowl, cradled on long, spindly legs burned in the center of the courtyard. It cast a wide halo that failed to penetrate the gloom beyond the gate. Fire reflected in the fourteen pairs of eyes as Lukos stepped up to the bars, looking in. For a few seconds, the courtyard remained deserted, save for a guard by the villa’s front door. The man frowned at Lukos but turned his head, eliciting a harsh whistle from between his teeth.
“Coming,” an ancient voice crackled from somewhere unseen within the house.
Lukos stepped back from the gate as an old man hobbled into view. He waited for the servant to look him over and demand his name. Here, he was amused to see that the servant’s eyes didn’t linger long on him, but on the dark forms behind him. With a disgusted look, the old man unfastened the bolt and stood aside.
“Wait here,” he said, his voice cracking. “I shall inform my master.”
Lukos tugged at the slaves, pulling them behind him into the courtyard. He followed the servant only as far as the brazier’s round halo of light. The slaves, he lined up in an orderly row. This he did in silence and with hand gestures as none of them spoke greek and his Coptic was poor. Shadows flickered in the hollows of their eyes and under their cheekbones, bringing their features into stark contrast.
Arktos leaned against the gate, shutting it as he did so. He puffed as he tried to catch his breath. Lukos looked down at the flagstones at his feet. They waited for the servant to reappear.
Hobbling to the inner part of the house, the stooped old servant gave a clumsy bow when he found Silanos. “Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians,” he added dubiously. Obviously he was far more comfortable with the thought of two greek pirates rather than egyptian slaves. This sentiment was not an uncommon one amongst the greek populace. That Silanos had chosen to bring twelve to Midas was odd, if a little dangerous for his new slaves.
The servant hovered in the doorway, waiting to either bring Lukos in to his master, or to bring Silanos out to meet with the pirate captain.
As he waited in the dark, he heard footsteps hurrying towards him from within the house. Had something happened to Tim while he was waiting for the man? Turning around, he saw his impossibly old Egyptian slave moving towards him at what he would say was incredible speed. Rolling his eyes, he waited for the man to stop huffing and puffing as he came to a stop in front of him. "What is the matter?" He asked sharply. Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians. Since the old man's voice was so soft, he could only hear half of the conversation. "Speak up." He ordered with a sigh, "Goodness, I didn't understand half of what you had just said." So the poor, senior man had to yell out the information. Finally hearing what was happening, Sil let out an aggravated sigh. God damn it, so Lukos decided to use the front door instead. "Come along then. Inform Timaeus that they are here." Of course my lord. The servant agreed with a bow before shuffling off towards a different part of the house.
The young man was quickly joined by another old servant who seemed to be waiting just around the corner. Why on earth did they only have old servants in this household? This problem would change very quickly after he finished purchasing his new slaves. Opening the door, Sil strolled out to come face to face with the two greek pirates. "Welcome Gentlemen" He said safely, "I see you have arrived. Did you manage to find this place alright?" He didn't know how to greet his uncommon guests, so he resorted to being polite. No need to get a sword in the face or the gut. A bitter frown found his face as he remembered why he had to get the new slaves in the first place. After that unfortunate incident, he and Tim had to lecture the other slaves about keeping what they had seen to themselves. Most of them readily agreed, but a few younger ones hesitated until they were forced too, rather brutally.
Sil's eyes darted about to where the new slaves were, and his eyes narrowed in on the sight of them. All were very young and looked rather healthy. "All of them are here then?" He asked, his attention sliding back onto the two men. "In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?" He didn't mean to sound snobbish and rude, but his nerves were getting to him, and he forced himself to try and look calm and unmoved by the two pirates that were currently standing in his courtyard. Where the hell was Tim when you needed him the most? This is why he shouldn't have left his younger brother to deal with this thing. Sil was probably going to either mess it up by offending his seller or get himself killed due to offending his seller. Or even both. None of the options sounded any good to him right now.
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As he waited in the dark, he heard footsteps hurrying towards him from within the house. Had something happened to Tim while he was waiting for the man? Turning around, he saw his impossibly old Egyptian slave moving towards him at what he would say was incredible speed. Rolling his eyes, he waited for the man to stop huffing and puffing as he came to a stop in front of him. "What is the matter?" He asked sharply. Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians. Since the old man's voice was so soft, he could only hear half of the conversation. "Speak up." He ordered with a sigh, "Goodness, I didn't understand half of what you had just said." So the poor, senior man had to yell out the information. Finally hearing what was happening, Sil let out an aggravated sigh. God damn it, so Lukos decided to use the front door instead. "Come along then. Inform Timaeus that they are here." Of course my lord. The servant agreed with a bow before shuffling off towards a different part of the house.
The young man was quickly joined by another old servant who seemed to be waiting just around the corner. Why on earth did they only have old servants in this household? This problem would change very quickly after he finished purchasing his new slaves. Opening the door, Sil strolled out to come face to face with the two greek pirates. "Welcome Gentlemen" He said safely, "I see you have arrived. Did you manage to find this place alright?" He didn't know how to greet his uncommon guests, so he resorted to being polite. No need to get a sword in the face or the gut. A bitter frown found his face as he remembered why he had to get the new slaves in the first place. After that unfortunate incident, he and Tim had to lecture the other slaves about keeping what they had seen to themselves. Most of them readily agreed, but a few younger ones hesitated until they were forced too, rather brutally.
Sil's eyes darted about to where the new slaves were, and his eyes narrowed in on the sight of them. All were very young and looked rather healthy. "All of them are here then?" He asked, his attention sliding back onto the two men. "In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?" He didn't mean to sound snobbish and rude, but his nerves were getting to him, and he forced himself to try and look calm and unmoved by the two pirates that were currently standing in his courtyard. Where the hell was Tim when you needed him the most? This is why he shouldn't have left his younger brother to deal with this thing. Sil was probably going to either mess it up by offending his seller or get himself killed due to offending his seller. Or even both. None of the options sounded any good to him right now.
As he waited in the dark, he heard footsteps hurrying towards him from within the house. Had something happened to Tim while he was waiting for the man? Turning around, he saw his impossibly old Egyptian slave moving towards him at what he would say was incredible speed. Rolling his eyes, he waited for the man to stop huffing and puffing as he came to a stop in front of him. "What is the matter?" He asked sharply. Pardon me, my lord. Your guest is here with a dozen Egyptians. Since the old man's voice was so soft, he could only hear half of the conversation. "Speak up." He ordered with a sigh, "Goodness, I didn't understand half of what you had just said." So the poor, senior man had to yell out the information. Finally hearing what was happening, Sil let out an aggravated sigh. God damn it, so Lukos decided to use the front door instead. "Come along then. Inform Timaeus that they are here." Of course my lord. The servant agreed with a bow before shuffling off towards a different part of the house.
The young man was quickly joined by another old servant who seemed to be waiting just around the corner. Why on earth did they only have old servants in this household? This problem would change very quickly after he finished purchasing his new slaves. Opening the door, Sil strolled out to come face to face with the two greek pirates. "Welcome Gentlemen" He said safely, "I see you have arrived. Did you manage to find this place alright?" He didn't know how to greet his uncommon guests, so he resorted to being polite. No need to get a sword in the face or the gut. A bitter frown found his face as he remembered why he had to get the new slaves in the first place. After that unfortunate incident, he and Tim had to lecture the other slaves about keeping what they had seen to themselves. Most of them readily agreed, but a few younger ones hesitated until they were forced too, rather brutally.
Sil's eyes darted about to where the new slaves were, and his eyes narrowed in on the sight of them. All were very young and looked rather healthy. "All of them are here then?" He asked, his attention sliding back onto the two men. "In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?" He didn't mean to sound snobbish and rude, but his nerves were getting to him, and he forced himself to try and look calm and unmoved by the two pirates that were currently standing in his courtyard. Where the hell was Tim when you needed him the most? This is why he shouldn't have left his younger brother to deal with this thing. Sil was probably going to either mess it up by offending his seller or get himself killed due to offending his seller. Or even both. None of the options sounded any good to him right now.
If there was one thing that everyone could agree on this fine evening, it was that Silanos had gone overboard with this whole affair.
It was supposed to have been a fairly simple task, something that Timeaus thought his brother could easily handle as the two of navigated the aftermath of that night at the Kotas mansion. All he needed to do was purchase a few slaves in order to replace the one who had been murdered on the young lord's behalf. This was supposed to be an easy lesson for Sil to learn when it came to managing a household in addition to finally understanding that there were consequences to his actions. Especially since Silanos technically went unpunished by the Kotas family, but only by just a hair. If Timaeus hadn't been there or if he had been just a little more unsteady on his feet... well there was denying it. Silanos would have been murdered that night. Instead, he had escaped in one piece and wasn't even a wanted man thanks to a well-aimed punch.
That pretty much had to be the definition of getting off scot-free, right?
Either way, Timaeus realized that things needed to drastically change in his brother's life. Silanos needed to learn to take responsibility for his actions and this just seemed like the logical first step. So, it was easy for Tim to just hand over the reins to his little brother and let him figure it out. He made it clear to Silanos that he would not step in until it was time to pay. Everything before then would be up to Sil to figure out.
Quite frankly, he should have known that his brother would find a way to make it more complicated than it needed to be.
When Timaeus had first learned of his brother's intentions, he had balked at the details. Silanos had ordered twelve slaves from Africa, from a pirate, and they would be delivered in the middle of the night. In the moment, all he could think of was how expensive this was going to be, the amount of preparations that were going to be needed to accommodate the sheer number of them, and most importantly how on earth Timaeus was going to guarantee everyone's safety with a pirate in their home. This plan was excessive to say the very least. So much so, that Tim had felt the urge to throw in the towel, scream "screw it" and handle the whole damn thing himself. He knew he could handle it more efficiently than his brother by saving themselves the expense and just meander down to the lower levels to find some cheap merchant.
Surely, it would've saved them the precious hours that were wasted as they waited until midnight because even though Silanos did not know yet, Timaeus has received a letter that morning from Prince Vangelis. In four days time, he would arrive at their manor in Eubocris and expect to be greeted by both the brothers. It didn't take a genius to figure out what would be the main topic of their meeting, especially since it was very rare for anyone to demand to meet with both the head of a household and their heir. However, it would make sense for the brother of a wronged man to want to meet with the criminal who stole from his household and the liar who was protecting him. Their troubles would clearly not be over anytime soon.
Eager to utilize what little time they had, Timaeus had already sent word to his mother and cousin, who were both blissfully unaware of the strife the two of them were facing. Figuring since it took the better part of a day to go to and from the province, it should have arrived by now and Timaeus's clear instructions to start preparing would be well underway. That would at least buy them an extra day to ready themselves for whatever the blood general was going to throw at them.
Dealing with Lukos was the last thing they needed to do before the brothers could ride out at first light. Timaeus had already been secretly preparing to leave the manor without overtly warning Silanos, just in case the boy decided to run off again. Vangelis had very specifically asked for the both of them and Tim wasn't going to risk not listening to another demand. By hell or high water Silanos would be there and if he needed to lie to make his brother feel some sort of semblance of safety, so be it. There wasn't much else he could do after all.
So, it was safe to say that the Baron had a lot to consider that night and that was why he had shut himself up in his meeting room, mentally working his way through whatever the prince could throw at them. He was so lost in his own thoughts as the candles burned lower that he didn't hear the old slave enter the room or even notice him shuffle over to his desk until his whispers disturbed the silence.
"My Lord, Silanos -" The scratchy voice said as Timaeus nearly jumped out of his skin, clearly startled. However, it didn't last for long before Timaeus impatiently cut him off so he could save whatever raspy breaths he had left. "Senet... are they here?" The old man nodded in response and Timaeus rose from the desk, ready to go make sure that Silanos successfully saw this through.
As he pocketed a bag of gold he had sitting on his desk, Timaeus said to the slave, "That's all for tonight, go get some sleep." That must have been a relief to Senet, especially since Timaeus wished he could tell himself the same thing. Everyone was tired and just wanted to rest. Hopefully, that shared need would ensure haste with tonight's events.
He didn't wait for any sort of response before heading out of the room, two larger slaves who served as bodyguards quickly falling into line behind the Captain. They were going to be Tim's and Sil's safeguards tonight in case if the pirate tried anything. Tim doubted that he would, but still, they were better safe than sorry.
They stopped just outside the entrance, just far enough beyond the door for Timaeus to be in sight of the pirates and his brother. However, he was still removed from the scene, signaling that this was not something he would be taking charge of. Though, as he glanced around, a part of him just wanted to speed it up so they could all go to bed. But he staid where he was, only offering a bit of guidance. Skip the damned small talk.
"Inspect them Sil." He called out to his brother, "Make sure they're to your liking and get to the negotiations." The stress weighing on the baron was clear with each exasperated word he uttered, slowly displaying the negative emotions lurking just beneath the surface, "It's been a long night, let's not waste any more of their time."
This was going to be a long night.
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If there was one thing that everyone could agree on this fine evening, it was that Silanos had gone overboard with this whole affair.
It was supposed to have been a fairly simple task, something that Timeaus thought his brother could easily handle as the two of navigated the aftermath of that night at the Kotas mansion. All he needed to do was purchase a few slaves in order to replace the one who had been murdered on the young lord's behalf. This was supposed to be an easy lesson for Sil to learn when it came to managing a household in addition to finally understanding that there were consequences to his actions. Especially since Silanos technically went unpunished by the Kotas family, but only by just a hair. If Timaeus hadn't been there or if he had been just a little more unsteady on his feet... well there was denying it. Silanos would have been murdered that night. Instead, he had escaped in one piece and wasn't even a wanted man thanks to a well-aimed punch.
That pretty much had to be the definition of getting off scot-free, right?
Either way, Timaeus realized that things needed to drastically change in his brother's life. Silanos needed to learn to take responsibility for his actions and this just seemed like the logical first step. So, it was easy for Tim to just hand over the reins to his little brother and let him figure it out. He made it clear to Silanos that he would not step in until it was time to pay. Everything before then would be up to Sil to figure out.
Quite frankly, he should have known that his brother would find a way to make it more complicated than it needed to be.
When Timaeus had first learned of his brother's intentions, he had balked at the details. Silanos had ordered twelve slaves from Africa, from a pirate, and they would be delivered in the middle of the night. In the moment, all he could think of was how expensive this was going to be, the amount of preparations that were going to be needed to accommodate the sheer number of them, and most importantly how on earth Timaeus was going to guarantee everyone's safety with a pirate in their home. This plan was excessive to say the very least. So much so, that Tim had felt the urge to throw in the towel, scream "screw it" and handle the whole damn thing himself. He knew he could handle it more efficiently than his brother by saving themselves the expense and just meander down to the lower levels to find some cheap merchant.
Surely, it would've saved them the precious hours that were wasted as they waited until midnight because even though Silanos did not know yet, Timaeus has received a letter that morning from Prince Vangelis. In four days time, he would arrive at their manor in Eubocris and expect to be greeted by both the brothers. It didn't take a genius to figure out what would be the main topic of their meeting, especially since it was very rare for anyone to demand to meet with both the head of a household and their heir. However, it would make sense for the brother of a wronged man to want to meet with the criminal who stole from his household and the liar who was protecting him. Their troubles would clearly not be over anytime soon.
Eager to utilize what little time they had, Timaeus had already sent word to his mother and cousin, who were both blissfully unaware of the strife the two of them were facing. Figuring since it took the better part of a day to go to and from the province, it should have arrived by now and Timaeus's clear instructions to start preparing would be well underway. That would at least buy them an extra day to ready themselves for whatever the blood general was going to throw at them.
Dealing with Lukos was the last thing they needed to do before the brothers could ride out at first light. Timaeus had already been secretly preparing to leave the manor without overtly warning Silanos, just in case the boy decided to run off again. Vangelis had very specifically asked for the both of them and Tim wasn't going to risk not listening to another demand. By hell or high water Silanos would be there and if he needed to lie to make his brother feel some sort of semblance of safety, so be it. There wasn't much else he could do after all.
So, it was safe to say that the Baron had a lot to consider that night and that was why he had shut himself up in his meeting room, mentally working his way through whatever the prince could throw at them. He was so lost in his own thoughts as the candles burned lower that he didn't hear the old slave enter the room or even notice him shuffle over to his desk until his whispers disturbed the silence.
"My Lord, Silanos -" The scratchy voice said as Timaeus nearly jumped out of his skin, clearly startled. However, it didn't last for long before Timaeus impatiently cut him off so he could save whatever raspy breaths he had left. "Senet... are they here?" The old man nodded in response and Timaeus rose from the desk, ready to go make sure that Silanos successfully saw this through.
As he pocketed a bag of gold he had sitting on his desk, Timaeus said to the slave, "That's all for tonight, go get some sleep." That must have been a relief to Senet, especially since Timaeus wished he could tell himself the same thing. Everyone was tired and just wanted to rest. Hopefully, that shared need would ensure haste with tonight's events.
He didn't wait for any sort of response before heading out of the room, two larger slaves who served as bodyguards quickly falling into line behind the Captain. They were going to be Tim's and Sil's safeguards tonight in case if the pirate tried anything. Tim doubted that he would, but still, they were better safe than sorry.
They stopped just outside the entrance, just far enough beyond the door for Timaeus to be in sight of the pirates and his brother. However, he was still removed from the scene, signaling that this was not something he would be taking charge of. Though, as he glanced around, a part of him just wanted to speed it up so they could all go to bed. But he staid where he was, only offering a bit of guidance. Skip the damned small talk.
"Inspect them Sil." He called out to his brother, "Make sure they're to your liking and get to the negotiations." The stress weighing on the baron was clear with each exasperated word he uttered, slowly displaying the negative emotions lurking just beneath the surface, "It's been a long night, let's not waste any more of their time."
This was going to be a long night.
If there was one thing that everyone could agree on this fine evening, it was that Silanos had gone overboard with this whole affair.
It was supposed to have been a fairly simple task, something that Timeaus thought his brother could easily handle as the two of navigated the aftermath of that night at the Kotas mansion. All he needed to do was purchase a few slaves in order to replace the one who had been murdered on the young lord's behalf. This was supposed to be an easy lesson for Sil to learn when it came to managing a household in addition to finally understanding that there were consequences to his actions. Especially since Silanos technically went unpunished by the Kotas family, but only by just a hair. If Timaeus hadn't been there or if he had been just a little more unsteady on his feet... well there was denying it. Silanos would have been murdered that night. Instead, he had escaped in one piece and wasn't even a wanted man thanks to a well-aimed punch.
That pretty much had to be the definition of getting off scot-free, right?
Either way, Timaeus realized that things needed to drastically change in his brother's life. Silanos needed to learn to take responsibility for his actions and this just seemed like the logical first step. So, it was easy for Tim to just hand over the reins to his little brother and let him figure it out. He made it clear to Silanos that he would not step in until it was time to pay. Everything before then would be up to Sil to figure out.
Quite frankly, he should have known that his brother would find a way to make it more complicated than it needed to be.
When Timaeus had first learned of his brother's intentions, he had balked at the details. Silanos had ordered twelve slaves from Africa, from a pirate, and they would be delivered in the middle of the night. In the moment, all he could think of was how expensive this was going to be, the amount of preparations that were going to be needed to accommodate the sheer number of them, and most importantly how on earth Timaeus was going to guarantee everyone's safety with a pirate in their home. This plan was excessive to say the very least. So much so, that Tim had felt the urge to throw in the towel, scream "screw it" and handle the whole damn thing himself. He knew he could handle it more efficiently than his brother by saving themselves the expense and just meander down to the lower levels to find some cheap merchant.
Surely, it would've saved them the precious hours that were wasted as they waited until midnight because even though Silanos did not know yet, Timaeus has received a letter that morning from Prince Vangelis. In four days time, he would arrive at their manor in Eubocris and expect to be greeted by both the brothers. It didn't take a genius to figure out what would be the main topic of their meeting, especially since it was very rare for anyone to demand to meet with both the head of a household and their heir. However, it would make sense for the brother of a wronged man to want to meet with the criminal who stole from his household and the liar who was protecting him. Their troubles would clearly not be over anytime soon.
Eager to utilize what little time they had, Timaeus had already sent word to his mother and cousin, who were both blissfully unaware of the strife the two of them were facing. Figuring since it took the better part of a day to go to and from the province, it should have arrived by now and Timaeus's clear instructions to start preparing would be well underway. That would at least buy them an extra day to ready themselves for whatever the blood general was going to throw at them.
Dealing with Lukos was the last thing they needed to do before the brothers could ride out at first light. Timaeus had already been secretly preparing to leave the manor without overtly warning Silanos, just in case the boy decided to run off again. Vangelis had very specifically asked for the both of them and Tim wasn't going to risk not listening to another demand. By hell or high water Silanos would be there and if he needed to lie to make his brother feel some sort of semblance of safety, so be it. There wasn't much else he could do after all.
So, it was safe to say that the Baron had a lot to consider that night and that was why he had shut himself up in his meeting room, mentally working his way through whatever the prince could throw at them. He was so lost in his own thoughts as the candles burned lower that he didn't hear the old slave enter the room or even notice him shuffle over to his desk until his whispers disturbed the silence.
"My Lord, Silanos -" The scratchy voice said as Timaeus nearly jumped out of his skin, clearly startled. However, it didn't last for long before Timaeus impatiently cut him off so he could save whatever raspy breaths he had left. "Senet... are they here?" The old man nodded in response and Timaeus rose from the desk, ready to go make sure that Silanos successfully saw this through.
As he pocketed a bag of gold he had sitting on his desk, Timaeus said to the slave, "That's all for tonight, go get some sleep." That must have been a relief to Senet, especially since Timaeus wished he could tell himself the same thing. Everyone was tired and just wanted to rest. Hopefully, that shared need would ensure haste with tonight's events.
He didn't wait for any sort of response before heading out of the room, two larger slaves who served as bodyguards quickly falling into line behind the Captain. They were going to be Tim's and Sil's safeguards tonight in case if the pirate tried anything. Tim doubted that he would, but still, they were better safe than sorry.
They stopped just outside the entrance, just far enough beyond the door for Timaeus to be in sight of the pirates and his brother. However, he was still removed from the scene, signaling that this was not something he would be taking charge of. Though, as he glanced around, a part of him just wanted to speed it up so they could all go to bed. But he staid where he was, only offering a bit of guidance. Skip the damned small talk.
"Inspect them Sil." He called out to his brother, "Make sure they're to your liking and get to the negotiations." The stress weighing on the baron was clear with each exasperated word he uttered, slowly displaying the negative emotions lurking just beneath the surface, "It's been a long night, let's not waste any more of their time."
This was going to be a long night.
The slaves shifted uneasily in their chains. His gaze lingered on a young man at the end who kept glaring at him. That one might be trouble. As long as he kept his tongue and didn’t interfere, he saw no reason to force the salve to have the proper deference; to make him look down and keep his eyes on the flag stones.
The minutes stretched on. Lukos sighed and glanced over at Arktos. His first mate pushed away from the gate to make his way into the halo of firelight. A massive shadow leaped out behind him, obscuring the fence and making him seem twice his massive size. “Taking their precious time,” Arktos grumbled.
Before Lukos could reply, footsteps echoed through the house. Both he and Arktos turned as the door opened to reveal a fresh faced young man striding out to meet them. Perhaps he should have expected his buyer to be just above a youth, considering the time of night. He stepped forward to meet Silanos but the first words after the greeting made him give the boy a dead look.
“As you see,” he said flatly. Finding the Valaoritis villa had been simple. Lukos watched Silanos look the slaves over and frowned with Silanos asked if all dozen were present. The question was so odd that it prompted him to look at his slaves just to make sure. But yes, they were all still there.
“If you count twelve, my lord, then yes. They’re all here.” Lukos didn’t hide the sarcasm.
"In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?"
He stared at Silanos. The chain in his fist clinked as he tightened his grip. His black glare raked Silanos from his foppish hair down to barely used sandals. A tight smile formed on his mouth. At that moment, Timaeus called out for Silanos to inspect the slaves.
“Do as your brother says,” he spoke through gritted teeth and the same frigid smile. “And see if I’d bring you ‘damaged goods’.” The insult was tucked away and would be borne in mind for what kind of dealings he could expect from the Valaoritis’s in the future.
For Silanos to suggest that he would bring ill or defective slaves irritated him beyond reason. He was no longer a slave and he didn’t like being spoken to like one. His gaze shifted to the older brother and he was left to wonder why he wasn’t dealing with someone who clearly knew what they were doing.
“Make sure you check the teeth,” Lukos suggested airly, stepping over to one of the girls in the middle and grabbing her jaw. Squeezing his thumb and forefinger, he forced her mouth open. She whimpered but knew better than to grab his hand or push him away. “They rotten? Or did you assume I don’t know my own trade and wouldn’t have checked them all for damage already?”
He kept his eyes locked on Silanos’s as he abruptly let go of the girl. “Are they in order enough for you?” the words were slow and deliberate.
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The slaves shifted uneasily in their chains. His gaze lingered on a young man at the end who kept glaring at him. That one might be trouble. As long as he kept his tongue and didn’t interfere, he saw no reason to force the salve to have the proper deference; to make him look down and keep his eyes on the flag stones.
The minutes stretched on. Lukos sighed and glanced over at Arktos. His first mate pushed away from the gate to make his way into the halo of firelight. A massive shadow leaped out behind him, obscuring the fence and making him seem twice his massive size. “Taking their precious time,” Arktos grumbled.
Before Lukos could reply, footsteps echoed through the house. Both he and Arktos turned as the door opened to reveal a fresh faced young man striding out to meet them. Perhaps he should have expected his buyer to be just above a youth, considering the time of night. He stepped forward to meet Silanos but the first words after the greeting made him give the boy a dead look.
“As you see,” he said flatly. Finding the Valaoritis villa had been simple. Lukos watched Silanos look the slaves over and frowned with Silanos asked if all dozen were present. The question was so odd that it prompted him to look at his slaves just to make sure. But yes, they were all still there.
“If you count twelve, my lord, then yes. They’re all here.” Lukos didn’t hide the sarcasm.
"In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?"
He stared at Silanos. The chain in his fist clinked as he tightened his grip. His black glare raked Silanos from his foppish hair down to barely used sandals. A tight smile formed on his mouth. At that moment, Timaeus called out for Silanos to inspect the slaves.
“Do as your brother says,” he spoke through gritted teeth and the same frigid smile. “And see if I’d bring you ‘damaged goods’.” The insult was tucked away and would be borne in mind for what kind of dealings he could expect from the Valaoritis’s in the future.
For Silanos to suggest that he would bring ill or defective slaves irritated him beyond reason. He was no longer a slave and he didn’t like being spoken to like one. His gaze shifted to the older brother and he was left to wonder why he wasn’t dealing with someone who clearly knew what they were doing.
“Make sure you check the teeth,” Lukos suggested airly, stepping over to one of the girls in the middle and grabbing her jaw. Squeezing his thumb and forefinger, he forced her mouth open. She whimpered but knew better than to grab his hand or push him away. “They rotten? Or did you assume I don’t know my own trade and wouldn’t have checked them all for damage already?”
He kept his eyes locked on Silanos’s as he abruptly let go of the girl. “Are they in order enough for you?” the words were slow and deliberate.
The slaves shifted uneasily in their chains. His gaze lingered on a young man at the end who kept glaring at him. That one might be trouble. As long as he kept his tongue and didn’t interfere, he saw no reason to force the salve to have the proper deference; to make him look down and keep his eyes on the flag stones.
The minutes stretched on. Lukos sighed and glanced over at Arktos. His first mate pushed away from the gate to make his way into the halo of firelight. A massive shadow leaped out behind him, obscuring the fence and making him seem twice his massive size. “Taking their precious time,” Arktos grumbled.
Before Lukos could reply, footsteps echoed through the house. Both he and Arktos turned as the door opened to reveal a fresh faced young man striding out to meet them. Perhaps he should have expected his buyer to be just above a youth, considering the time of night. He stepped forward to meet Silanos but the first words after the greeting made him give the boy a dead look.
“As you see,” he said flatly. Finding the Valaoritis villa had been simple. Lukos watched Silanos look the slaves over and frowned with Silanos asked if all dozen were present. The question was so odd that it prompted him to look at his slaves just to make sure. But yes, they were all still there.
“If you count twelve, my lord, then yes. They’re all here.” Lukos didn’t hide the sarcasm.
"In one piece as well? It wouldn't do to give me damaged goods, would it?"
He stared at Silanos. The chain in his fist clinked as he tightened his grip. His black glare raked Silanos from his foppish hair down to barely used sandals. A tight smile formed on his mouth. At that moment, Timaeus called out for Silanos to inspect the slaves.
“Do as your brother says,” he spoke through gritted teeth and the same frigid smile. “And see if I’d bring you ‘damaged goods’.” The insult was tucked away and would be borne in mind for what kind of dealings he could expect from the Valaoritis’s in the future.
For Silanos to suggest that he would bring ill or defective slaves irritated him beyond reason. He was no longer a slave and he didn’t like being spoken to like one. His gaze shifted to the older brother and he was left to wonder why he wasn’t dealing with someone who clearly knew what they were doing.
“Make sure you check the teeth,” Lukos suggested airly, stepping over to one of the girls in the middle and grabbing her jaw. Squeezing his thumb and forefinger, he forced her mouth open. She whimpered but knew better than to grab his hand or push him away. “They rotten? Or did you assume I don’t know my own trade and wouldn’t have checked them all for damage already?”
He kept his eyes locked on Silanos’s as he abruptly let go of the girl. “Are they in order enough for you?” the words were slow and deliberate.
Sil bit back a retort when Lukos sassed him back at his question. Keep calm, keep calm. This is how Lukos normally acts towards people who aren't pirates. He thought silently to himself. It wouldn't do good for him to snap back at the pirate. He would seriously get himself killed if he wasn't careful. Giving the older man a tense nod of his head, he replied, "Thank you, good sir. I can see that all twelve are here. I beg your pardon for my question."
As soon as the next comment came out of his mouth, Sil regretted saying it. He gritted his teeth together and waited for the older man's comment. Luckily his brother came out as a slight distraction. Whipping his head around, he bobbed it once as he said quickly, "Yes, milord. Right away sir." He could hear how tired Timaeus sounded and knew it was all his fault. Turning back to the slaves, he refused to meet Lukos's eyes. The fridge tone in the man's voice was a good indication that he was already very pissed at him.
When Lukos's suddenly grabbed one of the slave girl's mouth and forced it open, Sil's eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of anger rose within him. "Release her." He said firmly, "Please." He added as quickly as possible. The whimper that the girl made shot straight to his heart, forcing him to close his eyes. His mind involuntary flashed back to what had happened just hours before where Evras made the same type of noise. His jaws throbbed painfully as well as his head. He pressed a hand against his temple and tried to breathe out as evenly as possible.
Opening his eyes at the pirate's words, he involuntary took a step backward at the glare he was given. If looks could kill, the young man was probably already dead more times than he could count. Giving Lukos a firm nod of his head, Sil swallowed back bile and murmured, "Yes sir, everything is in great working condition." His voice held a bitterness to it, that was even surprising for him to hear. "Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?" He straightened up his spine and looked straight into Lukos's eyes. He was going to get this job done without looking like a pussy doing it.
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Sil bit back a retort when Lukos sassed him back at his question. Keep calm, keep calm. This is how Lukos normally acts towards people who aren't pirates. He thought silently to himself. It wouldn't do good for him to snap back at the pirate. He would seriously get himself killed if he wasn't careful. Giving the older man a tense nod of his head, he replied, "Thank you, good sir. I can see that all twelve are here. I beg your pardon for my question."
As soon as the next comment came out of his mouth, Sil regretted saying it. He gritted his teeth together and waited for the older man's comment. Luckily his brother came out as a slight distraction. Whipping his head around, he bobbed it once as he said quickly, "Yes, milord. Right away sir." He could hear how tired Timaeus sounded and knew it was all his fault. Turning back to the slaves, he refused to meet Lukos's eyes. The fridge tone in the man's voice was a good indication that he was already very pissed at him.
When Lukos's suddenly grabbed one of the slave girl's mouth and forced it open, Sil's eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of anger rose within him. "Release her." He said firmly, "Please." He added as quickly as possible. The whimper that the girl made shot straight to his heart, forcing him to close his eyes. His mind involuntary flashed back to what had happened just hours before where Evras made the same type of noise. His jaws throbbed painfully as well as his head. He pressed a hand against his temple and tried to breathe out as evenly as possible.
Opening his eyes at the pirate's words, he involuntary took a step backward at the glare he was given. If looks could kill, the young man was probably already dead more times than he could count. Giving Lukos a firm nod of his head, Sil swallowed back bile and murmured, "Yes sir, everything is in great working condition." His voice held a bitterness to it, that was even surprising for him to hear. "Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?" He straightened up his spine and looked straight into Lukos's eyes. He was going to get this job done without looking like a pussy doing it.
Sil bit back a retort when Lukos sassed him back at his question. Keep calm, keep calm. This is how Lukos normally acts towards people who aren't pirates. He thought silently to himself. It wouldn't do good for him to snap back at the pirate. He would seriously get himself killed if he wasn't careful. Giving the older man a tense nod of his head, he replied, "Thank you, good sir. I can see that all twelve are here. I beg your pardon for my question."
As soon as the next comment came out of his mouth, Sil regretted saying it. He gritted his teeth together and waited for the older man's comment. Luckily his brother came out as a slight distraction. Whipping his head around, he bobbed it once as he said quickly, "Yes, milord. Right away sir." He could hear how tired Timaeus sounded and knew it was all his fault. Turning back to the slaves, he refused to meet Lukos's eyes. The fridge tone in the man's voice was a good indication that he was already very pissed at him.
When Lukos's suddenly grabbed one of the slave girl's mouth and forced it open, Sil's eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of anger rose within him. "Release her." He said firmly, "Please." He added as quickly as possible. The whimper that the girl made shot straight to his heart, forcing him to close his eyes. His mind involuntary flashed back to what had happened just hours before where Evras made the same type of noise. His jaws throbbed painfully as well as his head. He pressed a hand against his temple and tried to breathe out as evenly as possible.
Opening his eyes at the pirate's words, he involuntary took a step backward at the glare he was given. If looks could kill, the young man was probably already dead more times than he could count. Giving Lukos a firm nod of his head, Sil swallowed back bile and murmured, "Yes sir, everything is in great working condition." His voice held a bitterness to it, that was even surprising for him to hear. "Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?" He straightened up his spine and looked straight into Lukos's eyes. He was going to get this job done without looking like a pussy doing it.
It amused him, Silanos’s reaction to the slave girl’s whimper. As though the young lord cared about her comfort or treatment. Lukos cocked his head to one side, considering him. Perhaps the man did care. A smirk ghosted his lips That Silanos backed up at mere words with no actual threat being uttered was delightful and repulsive.
For years he’d dealt with nobles but they usually knew their business. This was the first time he’d come across someone who had not the slightest clue what they were doing. It was beginning to dawn on him that Silanos was afraid of him and when he glanced at the other man in the doorway, he had the suspicion that the other might be wary too.
What exactly was it, he wondered, that inspired this kind of reception? Up until just now, he’d been nothing but polite; the well trained dog, no teeth bared. If the merest suggestion of his anger was enough to frighten them, he wondered what they would think if they knew the things he actually did. Would they stand in the courtyard? Or would they have opened the door at all?
"Yes sir, everything is in great working condition. Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?"
The way Silanos squared his shoulders and straightened up mad Lukos raise his chin in response. The smirk twisted the corners of his mouth and he stepped back, sweeping an arm down the line of slaves.
“How much? For twelve fine, capable, young adults…” he cocked his head to one side as he thought. A sly look at Silanos and then, “50 Drachma.” It was a ludicrous amount for slaves. But not totally out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps if all twelve were special in some way, instead of simply healthy and available, then they might be worth 40 drachma. But that was stretching it.
Closing the distance between himself and Silanos, he locked eyes with him. “Deal?”
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It amused him, Silanos’s reaction to the slave girl’s whimper. As though the young lord cared about her comfort or treatment. Lukos cocked his head to one side, considering him. Perhaps the man did care. A smirk ghosted his lips That Silanos backed up at mere words with no actual threat being uttered was delightful and repulsive.
For years he’d dealt with nobles but they usually knew their business. This was the first time he’d come across someone who had not the slightest clue what they were doing. It was beginning to dawn on him that Silanos was afraid of him and when he glanced at the other man in the doorway, he had the suspicion that the other might be wary too.
What exactly was it, he wondered, that inspired this kind of reception? Up until just now, he’d been nothing but polite; the well trained dog, no teeth bared. If the merest suggestion of his anger was enough to frighten them, he wondered what they would think if they knew the things he actually did. Would they stand in the courtyard? Or would they have opened the door at all?
"Yes sir, everything is in great working condition. Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?"
The way Silanos squared his shoulders and straightened up mad Lukos raise his chin in response. The smirk twisted the corners of his mouth and he stepped back, sweeping an arm down the line of slaves.
“How much? For twelve fine, capable, young adults…” he cocked his head to one side as he thought. A sly look at Silanos and then, “50 Drachma.” It was a ludicrous amount for slaves. But not totally out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps if all twelve were special in some way, instead of simply healthy and available, then they might be worth 40 drachma. But that was stretching it.
Closing the distance between himself and Silanos, he locked eyes with him. “Deal?”
It amused him, Silanos’s reaction to the slave girl’s whimper. As though the young lord cared about her comfort or treatment. Lukos cocked his head to one side, considering him. Perhaps the man did care. A smirk ghosted his lips That Silanos backed up at mere words with no actual threat being uttered was delightful and repulsive.
For years he’d dealt with nobles but they usually knew their business. This was the first time he’d come across someone who had not the slightest clue what they were doing. It was beginning to dawn on him that Silanos was afraid of him and when he glanced at the other man in the doorway, he had the suspicion that the other might be wary too.
What exactly was it, he wondered, that inspired this kind of reception? Up until just now, he’d been nothing but polite; the well trained dog, no teeth bared. If the merest suggestion of his anger was enough to frighten them, he wondered what they would think if they knew the things he actually did. Would they stand in the courtyard? Or would they have opened the door at all?
"Yes sir, everything is in great working condition. Well not that we have this part finished, how much are they?"
The way Silanos squared his shoulders and straightened up mad Lukos raise his chin in response. The smirk twisted the corners of his mouth and he stepped back, sweeping an arm down the line of slaves.
“How much? For twelve fine, capable, young adults…” he cocked his head to one side as he thought. A sly look at Silanos and then, “50 Drachma.” It was a ludicrous amount for slaves. But not totally out of the realm of possibility. Perhaps if all twelve were special in some way, instead of simply healthy and available, then they might be worth 40 drachma. But that was stretching it.
Closing the distance between himself and Silanos, he locked eyes with him. “Deal?”
Remaining silent in the shadows, Timaeus didn’t interfere in the situation unfolding before him. It was hard for him to not jump in and try to settle everything, especially as the tensions between Lukos and Silanos rose. Taking control and fixing a problem was just a part of his protective nature, especially when it came to his family. They had already been through so much chaos and turmoil that Timaeus needed to do everything in his power to prevent any more troubles coming to any of them. He just couldn’t stand playing a passive role and just letting everything spiral out of his control. He just couldn’t.
However, he also knew that it was vital that Silanos handle this himself. So, he bit his tongue when Lukos became unnecessarily aggressive and Silanos tried to deescalate the mess. Tim truly was impressed by the amount of compassion Sil seemed to have. That seemed to be a whole different side to his brother he had yet to see. He cracked a small grin at the younger man…
Which immediately disappeared when the subject of price came up and Lukos tried to corner Sil into paying far too high of a price. Yeah, no it was time for Tim to step in.
“Whoa, hold on there.” Timaeus said, finally moving away from the entryway. There was no way the baron was going to allow his brother to pay such an utterly insane amount for them. They couldn’t possibly be worth that much. Once he crossed over to the pair, he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and gently pulled him back to maneuver his way between the two of them. It was a clear signal that Timaeus was now in charge of the situation. However, the elder brother stood in such a way that gave Silanos a clear view of the transaction, giving his brother a chance to watch and learn.
That was if Silanos would be able to see through his probable anger. Tim wouldn’t be surprised if the boy was seeing red, he had done as much at the recent night market.
“I think we both know, Sir Lukos that they aren’t worth fifty pieces.” He said plainly, glancing back at Sil to make sure he was paying attention. Turning back to the line, Timaeus got his first look at the slaves and he wasn’t overly impressed with them. Not that they were inadequate, it’s just that none of them stood out to him as particularly notable. They were just… acceptable. Glancing them over, he knew that he didn’t want to pay more than three drachma for each of them, at most. It was now just a matter of getting down to that price.
“25 for the whole lot.” Timaeus said with a raised eyebrow as he glanced up at the pirate. His tone made it clear that this wasn’t his final offer, but instead only the start of their haggling. The pirate may be momentarily insulted by such a low offer, but at least they both knew that in the end they would reach a more agreeable price.
Though the baron had a moment of self-doubt of starting out so low, after all there was more to be traded that night than what Sil was aware of and it was vital that Lukos was kept in a decent mood to make sure that it went smoothly.
Otherwise it might be a tad bit harder to tie up the loose ends of that chaotic night than Tim would like it to be.
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Remaining silent in the shadows, Timaeus didn’t interfere in the situation unfolding before him. It was hard for him to not jump in and try to settle everything, especially as the tensions between Lukos and Silanos rose. Taking control and fixing a problem was just a part of his protective nature, especially when it came to his family. They had already been through so much chaos and turmoil that Timaeus needed to do everything in his power to prevent any more troubles coming to any of them. He just couldn’t stand playing a passive role and just letting everything spiral out of his control. He just couldn’t.
However, he also knew that it was vital that Silanos handle this himself. So, he bit his tongue when Lukos became unnecessarily aggressive and Silanos tried to deescalate the mess. Tim truly was impressed by the amount of compassion Sil seemed to have. That seemed to be a whole different side to his brother he had yet to see. He cracked a small grin at the younger man…
Which immediately disappeared when the subject of price came up and Lukos tried to corner Sil into paying far too high of a price. Yeah, no it was time for Tim to step in.
“Whoa, hold on there.” Timaeus said, finally moving away from the entryway. There was no way the baron was going to allow his brother to pay such an utterly insane amount for them. They couldn’t possibly be worth that much. Once he crossed over to the pair, he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and gently pulled him back to maneuver his way between the two of them. It was a clear signal that Timaeus was now in charge of the situation. However, the elder brother stood in such a way that gave Silanos a clear view of the transaction, giving his brother a chance to watch and learn.
That was if Silanos would be able to see through his probable anger. Tim wouldn’t be surprised if the boy was seeing red, he had done as much at the recent night market.
“I think we both know, Sir Lukos that they aren’t worth fifty pieces.” He said plainly, glancing back at Sil to make sure he was paying attention. Turning back to the line, Timaeus got his first look at the slaves and he wasn’t overly impressed with them. Not that they were inadequate, it’s just that none of them stood out to him as particularly notable. They were just… acceptable. Glancing them over, he knew that he didn’t want to pay more than three drachma for each of them, at most. It was now just a matter of getting down to that price.
“25 for the whole lot.” Timaeus said with a raised eyebrow as he glanced up at the pirate. His tone made it clear that this wasn’t his final offer, but instead only the start of their haggling. The pirate may be momentarily insulted by such a low offer, but at least they both knew that in the end they would reach a more agreeable price.
Though the baron had a moment of self-doubt of starting out so low, after all there was more to be traded that night than what Sil was aware of and it was vital that Lukos was kept in a decent mood to make sure that it went smoothly.
Otherwise it might be a tad bit harder to tie up the loose ends of that chaotic night than Tim would like it to be.
Remaining silent in the shadows, Timaeus didn’t interfere in the situation unfolding before him. It was hard for him to not jump in and try to settle everything, especially as the tensions between Lukos and Silanos rose. Taking control and fixing a problem was just a part of his protective nature, especially when it came to his family. They had already been through so much chaos and turmoil that Timaeus needed to do everything in his power to prevent any more troubles coming to any of them. He just couldn’t stand playing a passive role and just letting everything spiral out of his control. He just couldn’t.
However, he also knew that it was vital that Silanos handle this himself. So, he bit his tongue when Lukos became unnecessarily aggressive and Silanos tried to deescalate the mess. Tim truly was impressed by the amount of compassion Sil seemed to have. That seemed to be a whole different side to his brother he had yet to see. He cracked a small grin at the younger man…
Which immediately disappeared when the subject of price came up and Lukos tried to corner Sil into paying far too high of a price. Yeah, no it was time for Tim to step in.
“Whoa, hold on there.” Timaeus said, finally moving away from the entryway. There was no way the baron was going to allow his brother to pay such an utterly insane amount for them. They couldn’t possibly be worth that much. Once he crossed over to the pair, he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and gently pulled him back to maneuver his way between the two of them. It was a clear signal that Timaeus was now in charge of the situation. However, the elder brother stood in such a way that gave Silanos a clear view of the transaction, giving his brother a chance to watch and learn.
That was if Silanos would be able to see through his probable anger. Tim wouldn’t be surprised if the boy was seeing red, he had done as much at the recent night market.
“I think we both know, Sir Lukos that they aren’t worth fifty pieces.” He said plainly, glancing back at Sil to make sure he was paying attention. Turning back to the line, Timaeus got his first look at the slaves and he wasn’t overly impressed with them. Not that they were inadequate, it’s just that none of them stood out to him as particularly notable. They were just… acceptable. Glancing them over, he knew that he didn’t want to pay more than three drachma for each of them, at most. It was now just a matter of getting down to that price.
“25 for the whole lot.” Timaeus said with a raised eyebrow as he glanced up at the pirate. His tone made it clear that this wasn’t his final offer, but instead only the start of their haggling. The pirate may be momentarily insulted by such a low offer, but at least they both knew that in the end they would reach a more agreeable price.
Though the baron had a moment of self-doubt of starting out so low, after all there was more to be traded that night than what Sil was aware of and it was vital that Lukos was kept in a decent mood to make sure that it went smoothly.
Otherwise it might be a tad bit harder to tie up the loose ends of that chaotic night than Tim would like it to be.
Seeing the smirk on Lukos's face made Sil realize that he had made a colossal mistake on his part. He had shown the pirate what he was feeling towards him. Damn it. He had lost the upper hand in this situation. Not that he ever had it before. He tried his best to conceal his dismay as he waited for what the man had to say. It didn't take long to hear it. Hearing the price, he quickly did the mental math, and his mouth dropped open. How dare he suggest that amount! He gripped his hands into an angry fist. Those slaves didn't cost that much; he knew that for a fact. Did Lukos think he could get away with it, just because he didn't know much about how to handle these kinds of things?
But before he could say or do anything, Sil was thankfully pushed back by Tim who finally decided to speak up after giving him directions from before. Good, so his brother knew that something was wrong with the pricing as well. He felt a little better knowing his judgment wasn't wrong. Relaxing ever so slightly, he kept quiet as he watched his brother take over what he had done. Now was the perfect time to learn how to handle this kind of pirate situation. Sil also knew that it was a good thing Tim had pushed his back for who knows what he might have done to the pirate. Decking him was a possibility, and that would probably end quite bloodily.
Sil gave Tim a slight nod of his head when his brother glanced back at him, signally that he was listening as well as understanding what was happening. He tilted his head to the side in surprise at the price Tim had purposed to Lukos. Surely the slaves didn't cost that less right? What was his brother thinking? Did he want the pirate to kill them both? He raised an eyebrow but otherwise stayed quiet. Something in Tim's voice told him that he wasn't done yet. Perhaps he was letting Lukos name another price and then going towards a more reasonable one?
The young man turned his attention back towards Lukos and waited for the other man's answer. Watching the pair of pirates with a wary look in his eyes, Sil's hand crept towards his sword. If need be, he would be ready to defend his brother from any sort of a problem. After all, he did silently promise Tim that his older brother now owned his soul and body because he saved him from being killed by Prince Zanon's hand.
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Seeing the smirk on Lukos's face made Sil realize that he had made a colossal mistake on his part. He had shown the pirate what he was feeling towards him. Damn it. He had lost the upper hand in this situation. Not that he ever had it before. He tried his best to conceal his dismay as he waited for what the man had to say. It didn't take long to hear it. Hearing the price, he quickly did the mental math, and his mouth dropped open. How dare he suggest that amount! He gripped his hands into an angry fist. Those slaves didn't cost that much; he knew that for a fact. Did Lukos think he could get away with it, just because he didn't know much about how to handle these kinds of things?
But before he could say or do anything, Sil was thankfully pushed back by Tim who finally decided to speak up after giving him directions from before. Good, so his brother knew that something was wrong with the pricing as well. He felt a little better knowing his judgment wasn't wrong. Relaxing ever so slightly, he kept quiet as he watched his brother take over what he had done. Now was the perfect time to learn how to handle this kind of pirate situation. Sil also knew that it was a good thing Tim had pushed his back for who knows what he might have done to the pirate. Decking him was a possibility, and that would probably end quite bloodily.
Sil gave Tim a slight nod of his head when his brother glanced back at him, signally that he was listening as well as understanding what was happening. He tilted his head to the side in surprise at the price Tim had purposed to Lukos. Surely the slaves didn't cost that less right? What was his brother thinking? Did he want the pirate to kill them both? He raised an eyebrow but otherwise stayed quiet. Something in Tim's voice told him that he wasn't done yet. Perhaps he was letting Lukos name another price and then going towards a more reasonable one?
The young man turned his attention back towards Lukos and waited for the other man's answer. Watching the pair of pirates with a wary look in his eyes, Sil's hand crept towards his sword. If need be, he would be ready to defend his brother from any sort of a problem. After all, he did silently promise Tim that his older brother now owned his soul and body because he saved him from being killed by Prince Zanon's hand.
Seeing the smirk on Lukos's face made Sil realize that he had made a colossal mistake on his part. He had shown the pirate what he was feeling towards him. Damn it. He had lost the upper hand in this situation. Not that he ever had it before. He tried his best to conceal his dismay as he waited for what the man had to say. It didn't take long to hear it. Hearing the price, he quickly did the mental math, and his mouth dropped open. How dare he suggest that amount! He gripped his hands into an angry fist. Those slaves didn't cost that much; he knew that for a fact. Did Lukos think he could get away with it, just because he didn't know much about how to handle these kinds of things?
But before he could say or do anything, Sil was thankfully pushed back by Tim who finally decided to speak up after giving him directions from before. Good, so his brother knew that something was wrong with the pricing as well. He felt a little better knowing his judgment wasn't wrong. Relaxing ever so slightly, he kept quiet as he watched his brother take over what he had done. Now was the perfect time to learn how to handle this kind of pirate situation. Sil also knew that it was a good thing Tim had pushed his back for who knows what he might have done to the pirate. Decking him was a possibility, and that would probably end quite bloodily.
Sil gave Tim a slight nod of his head when his brother glanced back at him, signally that he was listening as well as understanding what was happening. He tilted his head to the side in surprise at the price Tim had purposed to Lukos. Surely the slaves didn't cost that less right? What was his brother thinking? Did he want the pirate to kill them both? He raised an eyebrow but otherwise stayed quiet. Something in Tim's voice told him that he wasn't done yet. Perhaps he was letting Lukos name another price and then going towards a more reasonable one?
The young man turned his attention back towards Lukos and waited for the other man's answer. Watching the pair of pirates with a wary look in his eyes, Sil's hand crept towards his sword. If need be, he would be ready to defend his brother from any sort of a problem. After all, he did silently promise Tim that his older brother now owned his soul and body because he saved him from being killed by Prince Zanon's hand.
He was not surprised when Timaeus stepped forward, nor was he ruffled when the astronomical price was soundly dismissed. If anything, it eased his mind a little to know he wasn’t dealing with complete incompetence. As Timaeus looked over the slaves, Lukos watched his face change to the sort of cool expression he was used to dealing with.
At last.
“25 for the whole lot.”
“Pfft,” Lukos turned aside and gestured at the slaves. “25? For 12? 50 might be a little unreasonable but 45 is not. The request was vague. I was left to guess what you wanted, and I’ve done well. Brought you an even number of both men and women, all young and healthy. 45. Final offer.”
But, of course, it wasn’t the final offer. It was Timaeus’s turn to be offended, if he wished. He noted Silanos’s hand inching toward his sword and pointed at him while keeping his eyes on Timaeus. “None of that, boy. This is a transaction. If I’d wanted a fight, you’d be dead by now.” He was growing tired of the younger man’s agitation. None of this was supposed to have escalated the way it had. Still, it was a salvageable situation if all involved remained calm.
What Lukos failed to understand was the agitation in these two at all. They reeked of it. Jumpy. Impatient. Why would he kill two lords in the middle of Colchis? He had nothing to gain and everything to lose by being so stupid. For this reason, among others, Silanos and Timaeus were perfectly safe, provided the younger one acted rationally.
If he didn’t know better, he’d have guessed they were waiting for something bad to happen.
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He was not surprised when Timaeus stepped forward, nor was he ruffled when the astronomical price was soundly dismissed. If anything, it eased his mind a little to know he wasn’t dealing with complete incompetence. As Timaeus looked over the slaves, Lukos watched his face change to the sort of cool expression he was used to dealing with.
At last.
“25 for the whole lot.”
“Pfft,” Lukos turned aside and gestured at the slaves. “25? For 12? 50 might be a little unreasonable but 45 is not. The request was vague. I was left to guess what you wanted, and I’ve done well. Brought you an even number of both men and women, all young and healthy. 45. Final offer.”
But, of course, it wasn’t the final offer. It was Timaeus’s turn to be offended, if he wished. He noted Silanos’s hand inching toward his sword and pointed at him while keeping his eyes on Timaeus. “None of that, boy. This is a transaction. If I’d wanted a fight, you’d be dead by now.” He was growing tired of the younger man’s agitation. None of this was supposed to have escalated the way it had. Still, it was a salvageable situation if all involved remained calm.
What Lukos failed to understand was the agitation in these two at all. They reeked of it. Jumpy. Impatient. Why would he kill two lords in the middle of Colchis? He had nothing to gain and everything to lose by being so stupid. For this reason, among others, Silanos and Timaeus were perfectly safe, provided the younger one acted rationally.
If he didn’t know better, he’d have guessed they were waiting for something bad to happen.
He was not surprised when Timaeus stepped forward, nor was he ruffled when the astronomical price was soundly dismissed. If anything, it eased his mind a little to know he wasn’t dealing with complete incompetence. As Timaeus looked over the slaves, Lukos watched his face change to the sort of cool expression he was used to dealing with.
At last.
“25 for the whole lot.”
“Pfft,” Lukos turned aside and gestured at the slaves. “25? For 12? 50 might be a little unreasonable but 45 is not. The request was vague. I was left to guess what you wanted, and I’ve done well. Brought you an even number of both men and women, all young and healthy. 45. Final offer.”
But, of course, it wasn’t the final offer. It was Timaeus’s turn to be offended, if he wished. He noted Silanos’s hand inching toward his sword and pointed at him while keeping his eyes on Timaeus. “None of that, boy. This is a transaction. If I’d wanted a fight, you’d be dead by now.” He was growing tired of the younger man’s agitation. None of this was supposed to have escalated the way it had. Still, it was a salvageable situation if all involved remained calm.
What Lukos failed to understand was the agitation in these two at all. They reeked of it. Jumpy. Impatient. Why would he kill two lords in the middle of Colchis? He had nothing to gain and everything to lose by being so stupid. For this reason, among others, Silanos and Timaeus were perfectly safe, provided the younger one acted rationally.
If he didn’t know better, he’d have guessed they were waiting for something bad to happen.
Timaeus was wholly relieved that Silanos didn’t protest to his interjection. In fact, it almost seemed like, Tim quietly thought as he glanced back at his brother’s expression in the dark, that the boy was grateful? This momentarily confused the baron, he had honestly been expecting his brother to be more upset over what just happened. The older Valaoritis knew that the younger one was not overly fond of him stepping in, but it was necessary… most of the time. Okay, so all those other times Tim believed that the situation would quickly spiral out of control so he was trying to bring it back. He had good intentions, alright?
He was glad though that everything had gone off without a protest though. That made both the pirate’s and the baron’s lives easier so Tim wasn’t about to complain.
The young man sneaked a small grin of gratitude towards his younger counterpart before Lukos’s words pulled him back in. He scoffed at the pirate’s offer and turned his head slightly away from him so he could roll his eyes without the other man seeing. They both knew that 45 was hardly going to be the final price, that was barely a stone’s throw from fifty. Timaeus would not have stepped in if he was just going to settle for a five-drachma difference.
“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.” He said simply, glancing back towards the manor entrance, deciding if it was worth it or not to bring out his ulterior goal for the evening. Surely, offering the extras would sweeten what the pirate would see as a less than stellar deal. But there was the newly added factor of Sil’s compassion to contend with. If he stood up for them it might sour Lukos’s mood. This was the ideal chance to get rid of the only other witnesses of that evening. If he let this chance slip through his fingers he may very well be left with two unappealing options; sell them to the mines or kill them. Both were too messy; too likely to cause more chaos. No, this was their best chance of having all traces of that dreadful night disappear.
Sil would just have to stay quiet for once in his life.
“Bring them out” Timaeus said sharply to the two guards by the door, ignoring the confused expressions of everyone else involved. The men disappeared into the manor and reappeared just a moment later, leading two young men roughly by the shoulders. One was just a few years older than Tim and the other barely old enough to call himself a man. These were the last witnesses to what truly happened that night at the Kotas manor.
As they were led over to the group, Timaeus finally revealed why hadn’t stopped this plan that Sil had set, the moment he heard it. “I’m not overly eager to have these two in my household anymore, Sir Lukos. As you can see,” He paused momentarily as he motioned to the two strong men, “They’re just as young and maybe more fit than the ones you brought us tonight -- especially more so than the women. They will certainly fetch a good price in Taengea or Athenia. I hear they’re always in need of more laborers.” He let the emphasis on the notion of them being sold outside Colchis sink in for a moment before he spoke again, “I’m aware of their worth, but I’ll be willing to forgo that, call it a gift if you will, but only if we get them--” Tim motioned to the dozen they had, “-- for thirty.”
Now that all of that was out in the open, he shot his brother a warning look. It was a clear indication for him to settle down and behave himself. “Don’t mind him,” Timaeus said, almost dismissively to turn the pirate’s attention away from the boy who was reaching for his sword, “He’s a bit green around the edges.” Surely, the pirates would know what this meant and how Silanos truly was not a threat. Hopefully, that would keep them all calm for a moment.
He then gave a small shrug and asked quite plainly, “Do we have a deal?”
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Timaeus was wholly relieved that Silanos didn’t protest to his interjection. In fact, it almost seemed like, Tim quietly thought as he glanced back at his brother’s expression in the dark, that the boy was grateful? This momentarily confused the baron, he had honestly been expecting his brother to be more upset over what just happened. The older Valaoritis knew that the younger one was not overly fond of him stepping in, but it was necessary… most of the time. Okay, so all those other times Tim believed that the situation would quickly spiral out of control so he was trying to bring it back. He had good intentions, alright?
He was glad though that everything had gone off without a protest though. That made both the pirate’s and the baron’s lives easier so Tim wasn’t about to complain.
The young man sneaked a small grin of gratitude towards his younger counterpart before Lukos’s words pulled him back in. He scoffed at the pirate’s offer and turned his head slightly away from him so he could roll his eyes without the other man seeing. They both knew that 45 was hardly going to be the final price, that was barely a stone’s throw from fifty. Timaeus would not have stepped in if he was just going to settle for a five-drachma difference.
“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.” He said simply, glancing back towards the manor entrance, deciding if it was worth it or not to bring out his ulterior goal for the evening. Surely, offering the extras would sweeten what the pirate would see as a less than stellar deal. But there was the newly added factor of Sil’s compassion to contend with. If he stood up for them it might sour Lukos’s mood. This was the ideal chance to get rid of the only other witnesses of that evening. If he let this chance slip through his fingers he may very well be left with two unappealing options; sell them to the mines or kill them. Both were too messy; too likely to cause more chaos. No, this was their best chance of having all traces of that dreadful night disappear.
Sil would just have to stay quiet for once in his life.
“Bring them out” Timaeus said sharply to the two guards by the door, ignoring the confused expressions of everyone else involved. The men disappeared into the manor and reappeared just a moment later, leading two young men roughly by the shoulders. One was just a few years older than Tim and the other barely old enough to call himself a man. These were the last witnesses to what truly happened that night at the Kotas manor.
As they were led over to the group, Timaeus finally revealed why hadn’t stopped this plan that Sil had set, the moment he heard it. “I’m not overly eager to have these two in my household anymore, Sir Lukos. As you can see,” He paused momentarily as he motioned to the two strong men, “They’re just as young and maybe more fit than the ones you brought us tonight -- especially more so than the women. They will certainly fetch a good price in Taengea or Athenia. I hear they’re always in need of more laborers.” He let the emphasis on the notion of them being sold outside Colchis sink in for a moment before he spoke again, “I’m aware of their worth, but I’ll be willing to forgo that, call it a gift if you will, but only if we get them--” Tim motioned to the dozen they had, “-- for thirty.”
Now that all of that was out in the open, he shot his brother a warning look. It was a clear indication for him to settle down and behave himself. “Don’t mind him,” Timaeus said, almost dismissively to turn the pirate’s attention away from the boy who was reaching for his sword, “He’s a bit green around the edges.” Surely, the pirates would know what this meant and how Silanos truly was not a threat. Hopefully, that would keep them all calm for a moment.
He then gave a small shrug and asked quite plainly, “Do we have a deal?”
Timaeus was wholly relieved that Silanos didn’t protest to his interjection. In fact, it almost seemed like, Tim quietly thought as he glanced back at his brother’s expression in the dark, that the boy was grateful? This momentarily confused the baron, he had honestly been expecting his brother to be more upset over what just happened. The older Valaoritis knew that the younger one was not overly fond of him stepping in, but it was necessary… most of the time. Okay, so all those other times Tim believed that the situation would quickly spiral out of control so he was trying to bring it back. He had good intentions, alright?
He was glad though that everything had gone off without a protest though. That made both the pirate’s and the baron’s lives easier so Tim wasn’t about to complain.
The young man sneaked a small grin of gratitude towards his younger counterpart before Lukos’s words pulled him back in. He scoffed at the pirate’s offer and turned his head slightly away from him so he could roll his eyes without the other man seeing. They both knew that 45 was hardly going to be the final price, that was barely a stone’s throw from fifty. Timaeus would not have stepped in if he was just going to settle for a five-drachma difference.
“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.” He said simply, glancing back towards the manor entrance, deciding if it was worth it or not to bring out his ulterior goal for the evening. Surely, offering the extras would sweeten what the pirate would see as a less than stellar deal. But there was the newly added factor of Sil’s compassion to contend with. If he stood up for them it might sour Lukos’s mood. This was the ideal chance to get rid of the only other witnesses of that evening. If he let this chance slip through his fingers he may very well be left with two unappealing options; sell them to the mines or kill them. Both were too messy; too likely to cause more chaos. No, this was their best chance of having all traces of that dreadful night disappear.
Sil would just have to stay quiet for once in his life.
“Bring them out” Timaeus said sharply to the two guards by the door, ignoring the confused expressions of everyone else involved. The men disappeared into the manor and reappeared just a moment later, leading two young men roughly by the shoulders. One was just a few years older than Tim and the other barely old enough to call himself a man. These were the last witnesses to what truly happened that night at the Kotas manor.
As they were led over to the group, Timaeus finally revealed why hadn’t stopped this plan that Sil had set, the moment he heard it. “I’m not overly eager to have these two in my household anymore, Sir Lukos. As you can see,” He paused momentarily as he motioned to the two strong men, “They’re just as young and maybe more fit than the ones you brought us tonight -- especially more so than the women. They will certainly fetch a good price in Taengea or Athenia. I hear they’re always in need of more laborers.” He let the emphasis on the notion of them being sold outside Colchis sink in for a moment before he spoke again, “I’m aware of their worth, but I’ll be willing to forgo that, call it a gift if you will, but only if we get them--” Tim motioned to the dozen they had, “-- for thirty.”
Now that all of that was out in the open, he shot his brother a warning look. It was a clear indication for him to settle down and behave himself. “Don’t mind him,” Timaeus said, almost dismissively to turn the pirate’s attention away from the boy who was reaching for his sword, “He’s a bit green around the edges.” Surely, the pirates would know what this meant and how Silanos truly was not a threat. Hopefully, that would keep them all calm for a moment.
He then gave a small shrug and asked quite plainly, “Do we have a deal?”
“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.”
Lukos smirked and shook his head. 30 would suffice. Perhaps if it was daylight, he’d have pushed for 35. But it was now past midnight.
“Done.”
Behind him, the chain rattled as Arktos stepped forward, bringing it to Lukos, who kept hold of it until the drachma were in his hand. When Timaeus turned and barked his orders to someone unseen, Arktos bent down close and whispered, “Something isn’t right…”
“Leave it,” He shouldered the bigger man’s face away. Now wasn’t the time to discuss the weirdness between the brothers. He was about to tell Arktos to back off but stopped when two new slaves appeared. A frown marred his features as he looked from one to the other. These two didn’t look as though they were brought to take the ones he had away. They definitely weren’t dressed fine enough to be overseers of other slaves. But Lord Timaeus explained soon enough.
“We don’t need no more slaves,” Arktos growled towards both Silanos and Timaeus. Privately he agreed but he wasn’t interested in fighting over it. If he did, it meant the further loss of sleep and time. And, from what he could see in the dark, Timaeus wasn’t wrong; these two could be sold off quickly.
“So long as there are no more surprises, I’ll take them,” he said. “Deal.” The chains and shackles would not be going with the slaves he was handing over. It was Arktos’s task to undo the each one, which he did. As he took them off, he’d throw the shackle and chain around his neck and wore them like a macabre necklace. At last, it was time to take the big chain. This he wound up like a coil of rope. It was loud and heavy.
During this flurry of activity, money was handed over, and the two slaves Timaeus wanted rid of so badly were pulled toward the pirates. Drachma in hand, Lukos didn’t bother to ask to be dismissed, or if there was anything else that either Timaeus or Silanos wanted. He didn’t care. Instead, with a dark look cast on both brothers, he turned and shoved first one slave, then other through the gate.
They left the honey light of the courtyard and melded with the darkness, slipping like clinking shadows back to the ship. Though he’d not said it, he would do as Timaeus asked. The slaves were sold into Taengean noble house in the weeks following. And for his own part, he planned not to agree to any sales of this nature at midnight again.
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“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.”
Lukos smirked and shook his head. 30 would suffice. Perhaps if it was daylight, he’d have pushed for 35. But it was now past midnight.
“Done.”
Behind him, the chain rattled as Arktos stepped forward, bringing it to Lukos, who kept hold of it until the drachma were in his hand. When Timaeus turned and barked his orders to someone unseen, Arktos bent down close and whispered, “Something isn’t right…”
“Leave it,” He shouldered the bigger man’s face away. Now wasn’t the time to discuss the weirdness between the brothers. He was about to tell Arktos to back off but stopped when two new slaves appeared. A frown marred his features as he looked from one to the other. These two didn’t look as though they were brought to take the ones he had away. They definitely weren’t dressed fine enough to be overseers of other slaves. But Lord Timaeus explained soon enough.
“We don’t need no more slaves,” Arktos growled towards both Silanos and Timaeus. Privately he agreed but he wasn’t interested in fighting over it. If he did, it meant the further loss of sleep and time. And, from what he could see in the dark, Timaeus wasn’t wrong; these two could be sold off quickly.
“So long as there are no more surprises, I’ll take them,” he said. “Deal.” The chains and shackles would not be going with the slaves he was handing over. It was Arktos’s task to undo the each one, which he did. As he took them off, he’d throw the shackle and chain around his neck and wore them like a macabre necklace. At last, it was time to take the big chain. This he wound up like a coil of rope. It was loud and heavy.
During this flurry of activity, money was handed over, and the two slaves Timaeus wanted rid of so badly were pulled toward the pirates. Drachma in hand, Lukos didn’t bother to ask to be dismissed, or if there was anything else that either Timaeus or Silanos wanted. He didn’t care. Instead, with a dark look cast on both brothers, he turned and shoved first one slave, then other through the gate.
They left the honey light of the courtyard and melded with the darkness, slipping like clinking shadows back to the ship. Though he’d not said it, he would do as Timaeus asked. The slaves were sold into Taengean noble house in the weeks following. And for his own part, he planned not to agree to any sales of this nature at midnight again.
“Vague or not, the request doesn’t change their worth. Thirty. My final offer.”
Lukos smirked and shook his head. 30 would suffice. Perhaps if it was daylight, he’d have pushed for 35. But it was now past midnight.
“Done.”
Behind him, the chain rattled as Arktos stepped forward, bringing it to Lukos, who kept hold of it until the drachma were in his hand. When Timaeus turned and barked his orders to someone unseen, Arktos bent down close and whispered, “Something isn’t right…”
“Leave it,” He shouldered the bigger man’s face away. Now wasn’t the time to discuss the weirdness between the brothers. He was about to tell Arktos to back off but stopped when two new slaves appeared. A frown marred his features as he looked from one to the other. These two didn’t look as though they were brought to take the ones he had away. They definitely weren’t dressed fine enough to be overseers of other slaves. But Lord Timaeus explained soon enough.
“We don’t need no more slaves,” Arktos growled towards both Silanos and Timaeus. Privately he agreed but he wasn’t interested in fighting over it. If he did, it meant the further loss of sleep and time. And, from what he could see in the dark, Timaeus wasn’t wrong; these two could be sold off quickly.
“So long as there are no more surprises, I’ll take them,” he said. “Deal.” The chains and shackles would not be going with the slaves he was handing over. It was Arktos’s task to undo the each one, which he did. As he took them off, he’d throw the shackle and chain around his neck and wore them like a macabre necklace. At last, it was time to take the big chain. This he wound up like a coil of rope. It was loud and heavy.
During this flurry of activity, money was handed over, and the two slaves Timaeus wanted rid of so badly were pulled toward the pirates. Drachma in hand, Lukos didn’t bother to ask to be dismissed, or if there was anything else that either Timaeus or Silanos wanted. He didn’t care. Instead, with a dark look cast on both brothers, he turned and shoved first one slave, then other through the gate.
They left the honey light of the courtyard and melded with the darkness, slipping like clinking shadows back to the ship. Though he’d not said it, he would do as Timaeus asked. The slaves were sold into Taengean noble house in the weeks following. And for his own part, he planned not to agree to any sales of this nature at midnight again.
