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It was as if life had never settled down ever since the day they had taken off for Taengea. It had just been one thing after the other, from having to sneak the young princess and Drakos maiden out of the Order House, to the tense atmosphere aboard the voyage back - and then they had received the biggest news of all when they had landed back on Colchian soil, and everything was tossed to the winds.
Nike had known King Tython for what felt like her whole life, for she barely remembered how her life was like before joining the Colchian forces. He had been a strong, built force that Vangelis spoke of fondly- that all of the Kotas siblings spoke of dearly. He may be strict, but he was a father who was still respected and loved by his children, that much Nike could get from her conversations and time spent with the family whilst she was on duty. Somehow, the woman found it hard to concur with the fact that she would no longer see the King around the family quarters, and if that was how she felt, she wasn't sure how Vangelis would feel.
The woman had not seen her friend and general since, for he was now a King, and had infinitely more duties to do, and the same could be said for her. Security had never been tighter then ever, and with her duty as the head of the guard detail, it all fell on her shoulders. There was no time more precarious then when crowns swapped heads, and with one death already lingering over their heads, Nike would be damned if she allowed another so soon.
So she had worked long and hard, and it did not help that they all had to deal with the arrival of Taengean royalty as well, people they had not accounted for. With everything that happened, Nike was now extremely grateful she would never, and was never part of royalty, for she doubted she'd be able to handle all of that.
With a feast scheduled the next day to welcome the arrivals from Taengea, Nike had blissfully managed to gain a day off just to gather her thoughts and ensure her living quarters while she was in the capitol was straightened up, and that was where that midday afternoon found her. Despite being off duty, she was a recognizable face, and as such, the woman still ensured her bandages were tightly wound across her chest as she wandered the bustling market of Midas. Always preferring loose clothing so her curves could be hidden, the brown colored rough material hung loose over her body, long sleeves hiding her scarred arms, and was tightened over her waist with a black belt. In the belt, Nike had slid both her daggers, but left her longsword and claymore at home. Simply needing to get some daily supplies, the woman had not seen a need to carry weaponry until she returned to full duty later that night.
She had not accounted for walking into a middle of a brawl, of course.
Having been innocently picking out some new material so she could replace some of her old training outfits which were beginning to fray at the sides, her attention was caught when a loud yell suddenly rang out across the market, and the next thing she knew, Nike heard a loud crash. Her eyes caught the tail end of a stall crumbling down to the ground as she turned around, but by the time Nike could run over to take a look, a crowd had begun to gather. Whispers from the people helped her conclude that somehow the man in question had insulted the other when it came to his wife and family, either that or some marital dispute had happened in regards to fidelity and the paternity of one's child...but whatever it was, it looked as if neither was letting out, and there seemed to be no City guards in site either, as Nike looked around. She may be a fighter, but this was out of her jurisdiction, and with her secret, she tried to keep a low profile whenever she could.
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It was as if life had never settled down ever since the day they had taken off for Taengea. It had just been one thing after the other, from having to sneak the young princess and Drakos maiden out of the Order House, to the tense atmosphere aboard the voyage back - and then they had received the biggest news of all when they had landed back on Colchian soil, and everything was tossed to the winds.
Nike had known King Tython for what felt like her whole life, for she barely remembered how her life was like before joining the Colchian forces. He had been a strong, built force that Vangelis spoke of fondly- that all of the Kotas siblings spoke of dearly. He may be strict, but he was a father who was still respected and loved by his children, that much Nike could get from her conversations and time spent with the family whilst she was on duty. Somehow, the woman found it hard to concur with the fact that she would no longer see the King around the family quarters, and if that was how she felt, she wasn't sure how Vangelis would feel.
The woman had not seen her friend and general since, for he was now a King, and had infinitely more duties to do, and the same could be said for her. Security had never been tighter then ever, and with her duty as the head of the guard detail, it all fell on her shoulders. There was no time more precarious then when crowns swapped heads, and with one death already lingering over their heads, Nike would be damned if she allowed another so soon.
So she had worked long and hard, and it did not help that they all had to deal with the arrival of Taengean royalty as well, people they had not accounted for. With everything that happened, Nike was now extremely grateful she would never, and was never part of royalty, for she doubted she'd be able to handle all of that.
With a feast scheduled the next day to welcome the arrivals from Taengea, Nike had blissfully managed to gain a day off just to gather her thoughts and ensure her living quarters while she was in the capitol was straightened up, and that was where that midday afternoon found her. Despite being off duty, she was a recognizable face, and as such, the woman still ensured her bandages were tightly wound across her chest as she wandered the bustling market of Midas. Always preferring loose clothing so her curves could be hidden, the brown colored rough material hung loose over her body, long sleeves hiding her scarred arms, and was tightened over her waist with a black belt. In the belt, Nike had slid both her daggers, but left her longsword and claymore at home. Simply needing to get some daily supplies, the woman had not seen a need to carry weaponry until she returned to full duty later that night.
She had not accounted for walking into a middle of a brawl, of course.
Having been innocently picking out some new material so she could replace some of her old training outfits which were beginning to fray at the sides, her attention was caught when a loud yell suddenly rang out across the market, and the next thing she knew, Nike heard a loud crash. Her eyes caught the tail end of a stall crumbling down to the ground as she turned around, but by the time Nike could run over to take a look, a crowd had begun to gather. Whispers from the people helped her conclude that somehow the man in question had insulted the other when it came to his wife and family, either that or some marital dispute had happened in regards to fidelity and the paternity of one's child...but whatever it was, it looked as if neither was letting out, and there seemed to be no City guards in site either, as Nike looked around. She may be a fighter, but this was out of her jurisdiction, and with her secret, she tried to keep a low profile whenever she could.
It was as if life had never settled down ever since the day they had taken off for Taengea. It had just been one thing after the other, from having to sneak the young princess and Drakos maiden out of the Order House, to the tense atmosphere aboard the voyage back - and then they had received the biggest news of all when they had landed back on Colchian soil, and everything was tossed to the winds.
Nike had known King Tython for what felt like her whole life, for she barely remembered how her life was like before joining the Colchian forces. He had been a strong, built force that Vangelis spoke of fondly- that all of the Kotas siblings spoke of dearly. He may be strict, but he was a father who was still respected and loved by his children, that much Nike could get from her conversations and time spent with the family whilst she was on duty. Somehow, the woman found it hard to concur with the fact that she would no longer see the King around the family quarters, and if that was how she felt, she wasn't sure how Vangelis would feel.
The woman had not seen her friend and general since, for he was now a King, and had infinitely more duties to do, and the same could be said for her. Security had never been tighter then ever, and with her duty as the head of the guard detail, it all fell on her shoulders. There was no time more precarious then when crowns swapped heads, and with one death already lingering over their heads, Nike would be damned if she allowed another so soon.
So she had worked long and hard, and it did not help that they all had to deal with the arrival of Taengean royalty as well, people they had not accounted for. With everything that happened, Nike was now extremely grateful she would never, and was never part of royalty, for she doubted she'd be able to handle all of that.
With a feast scheduled the next day to welcome the arrivals from Taengea, Nike had blissfully managed to gain a day off just to gather her thoughts and ensure her living quarters while she was in the capitol was straightened up, and that was where that midday afternoon found her. Despite being off duty, she was a recognizable face, and as such, the woman still ensured her bandages were tightly wound across her chest as she wandered the bustling market of Midas. Always preferring loose clothing so her curves could be hidden, the brown colored rough material hung loose over her body, long sleeves hiding her scarred arms, and was tightened over her waist with a black belt. In the belt, Nike had slid both her daggers, but left her longsword and claymore at home. Simply needing to get some daily supplies, the woman had not seen a need to carry weaponry until she returned to full duty later that night.
She had not accounted for walking into a middle of a brawl, of course.
Having been innocently picking out some new material so she could replace some of her old training outfits which were beginning to fray at the sides, her attention was caught when a loud yell suddenly rang out across the market, and the next thing she knew, Nike heard a loud crash. Her eyes caught the tail end of a stall crumbling down to the ground as she turned around, but by the time Nike could run over to take a look, a crowd had begun to gather. Whispers from the people helped her conclude that somehow the man in question had insulted the other when it came to his wife and family, either that or some marital dispute had happened in regards to fidelity and the paternity of one's child...but whatever it was, it looked as if neither was letting out, and there seemed to be no City guards in site either, as Nike looked around. She may be a fighter, but this was out of her jurisdiction, and with her secret, she tried to keep a low profile whenever she could.
There was unrest. It was a happy accident that they had come upon Colchis in time for the change in the crown, leaving people uncertain of the times. Would this new kind be better or worse, how would he rule, would he finally remain in the country long enough to show his people what he was like. Nahash knew little of the past king except that he had almost constantly been at war, not even returning to aid his people after the fire that had so conveniently left plenty of homes abandoned.
In his usual layers of tunics and cloaks, the hood pulled far over his face and a band of fabric tied over his eye as if he had lost one, the man looked nothing like what he could be. Though his height wasn't out of the ordinary for Colchian men, it was still best to keep most if him hidden. The last thing he wanted was anyone catching sight of his normal appearance, it would make their goals in this new kingdom come to naught if he was known. His scar itched beneath the rough cloth of his false eyepatch, and he was glad his watch was coming to an end so he could remove the offending object at last.
A commotion drew his attention though he did not turn his gaze, shifting his cane slightly to the side and hiding a smile when one of the men who fought encroached too close to him and tripped instead. Of course the action was blamed on his enemy, but as Nahash made a show of struggling to get to his feet the fight escalated and he was knocked in spite of his efforts. Stumbling, he kept hold of his cane and used it to drag himself further out of the way, silently cursing his pride that urged him to his feet and full power. This was where his father's blood conflicted with his occupation. Nobles pride got a thief nowhere.
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There was unrest. It was a happy accident that they had come upon Colchis in time for the change in the crown, leaving people uncertain of the times. Would this new kind be better or worse, how would he rule, would he finally remain in the country long enough to show his people what he was like. Nahash knew little of the past king except that he had almost constantly been at war, not even returning to aid his people after the fire that had so conveniently left plenty of homes abandoned.
In his usual layers of tunics and cloaks, the hood pulled far over his face and a band of fabric tied over his eye as if he had lost one, the man looked nothing like what he could be. Though his height wasn't out of the ordinary for Colchian men, it was still best to keep most if him hidden. The last thing he wanted was anyone catching sight of his normal appearance, it would make their goals in this new kingdom come to naught if he was known. His scar itched beneath the rough cloth of his false eyepatch, and he was glad his watch was coming to an end so he could remove the offending object at last.
A commotion drew his attention though he did not turn his gaze, shifting his cane slightly to the side and hiding a smile when one of the men who fought encroached too close to him and tripped instead. Of course the action was blamed on his enemy, but as Nahash made a show of struggling to get to his feet the fight escalated and he was knocked in spite of his efforts. Stumbling, he kept hold of his cane and used it to drag himself further out of the way, silently cursing his pride that urged him to his feet and full power. This was where his father's blood conflicted with his occupation. Nobles pride got a thief nowhere.
There was unrest. It was a happy accident that they had come upon Colchis in time for the change in the crown, leaving people uncertain of the times. Would this new kind be better or worse, how would he rule, would he finally remain in the country long enough to show his people what he was like. Nahash knew little of the past king except that he had almost constantly been at war, not even returning to aid his people after the fire that had so conveniently left plenty of homes abandoned.
In his usual layers of tunics and cloaks, the hood pulled far over his face and a band of fabric tied over his eye as if he had lost one, the man looked nothing like what he could be. Though his height wasn't out of the ordinary for Colchian men, it was still best to keep most if him hidden. The last thing he wanted was anyone catching sight of his normal appearance, it would make their goals in this new kingdom come to naught if he was known. His scar itched beneath the rough cloth of his false eyepatch, and he was glad his watch was coming to an end so he could remove the offending object at last.
A commotion drew his attention though he did not turn his gaze, shifting his cane slightly to the side and hiding a smile when one of the men who fought encroached too close to him and tripped instead. Of course the action was blamed on his enemy, but as Nahash made a show of struggling to get to his feet the fight escalated and he was knocked in spite of his efforts. Stumbling, he kept hold of his cane and used it to drag himself further out of the way, silently cursing his pride that urged him to his feet and full power. This was where his father's blood conflicted with his occupation. Nobles pride got a thief nowhere.
It was as if the rest of Colchis was uneasy along with the times, and would remain uneasy until the coronation was done and over with. Why it was taking so long, Nike wasn't sure, but she had half a mind that it was in part due to their guests and the unrest happening over in Taengea. It was as if they had enraged the gods somehow, and the pantheon had decided to punish all of Greece by causing mayhem and havoc in all kingdoms.
Making a mental note to visit the Halls of the Gods at her next available slot of time, Nike's brows furrowed when she saw the brawl get rowdier, with the onlookers now adding on to the noise and mayhem by cheering them on. No one seemed to be trying to stop them, and women were rushing children away as the ring of people tightened in to watch. By a side, a young lady stared in horror - Nike suspected that she was the young lady in question, yet with no proper words now exchanged over the punches and blows that flew, no one could confirm her suspicion.
She had no intention of joining the fray of course, merely wanted to watch to make sure nothing got too out of hand, get what she had set out to get and return home. But of course, life didn't always go the way she wanted it.
A sudden shove, and someone just a few feet away from her stumbled and almost fell against her. In the fracas, Nike somehow lost her balance as well, hitting back against the man holding a cane as he tried to drag himself away, causing them both to fall to the ground - a sight that people witnessed, but merely moved around them to get a better look at the main fight. It seemed blood had begun to be drawn.
Having fallen on the man and opting to roll away immediately (for she really didn't need anyone feeling her up, not with so much at stake after so many years), the woman groaned as she picked herself off the ground. One hand swept the hair out of her eyes (black locks that really needed to be snipped once she found the time. She barely let it grew past her chin, for the longer hair would bring attention to her feminine tilt of her jawbones), the other reached down to the man with a cane, offering a helping hand. "Apologies, I hope you weren't injured?" she asked, a lilt of concern in her voice, even as her eyes flickered to check on the escalating fight briefly, before returning to the hooded man with his cane.
With no City guards in view, someone would really have to step in soon before death followed.
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It was as if the rest of Colchis was uneasy along with the times, and would remain uneasy until the coronation was done and over with. Why it was taking so long, Nike wasn't sure, but she had half a mind that it was in part due to their guests and the unrest happening over in Taengea. It was as if they had enraged the gods somehow, and the pantheon had decided to punish all of Greece by causing mayhem and havoc in all kingdoms.
Making a mental note to visit the Halls of the Gods at her next available slot of time, Nike's brows furrowed when she saw the brawl get rowdier, with the onlookers now adding on to the noise and mayhem by cheering them on. No one seemed to be trying to stop them, and women were rushing children away as the ring of people tightened in to watch. By a side, a young lady stared in horror - Nike suspected that she was the young lady in question, yet with no proper words now exchanged over the punches and blows that flew, no one could confirm her suspicion.
She had no intention of joining the fray of course, merely wanted to watch to make sure nothing got too out of hand, get what she had set out to get and return home. But of course, life didn't always go the way she wanted it.
A sudden shove, and someone just a few feet away from her stumbled and almost fell against her. In the fracas, Nike somehow lost her balance as well, hitting back against the man holding a cane as he tried to drag himself away, causing them both to fall to the ground - a sight that people witnessed, but merely moved around them to get a better look at the main fight. It seemed blood had begun to be drawn.
Having fallen on the man and opting to roll away immediately (for she really didn't need anyone feeling her up, not with so much at stake after so many years), the woman groaned as she picked herself off the ground. One hand swept the hair out of her eyes (black locks that really needed to be snipped once she found the time. She barely let it grew past her chin, for the longer hair would bring attention to her feminine tilt of her jawbones), the other reached down to the man with a cane, offering a helping hand. "Apologies, I hope you weren't injured?" she asked, a lilt of concern in her voice, even as her eyes flickered to check on the escalating fight briefly, before returning to the hooded man with his cane.
With no City guards in view, someone would really have to step in soon before death followed.
It was as if the rest of Colchis was uneasy along with the times, and would remain uneasy until the coronation was done and over with. Why it was taking so long, Nike wasn't sure, but she had half a mind that it was in part due to their guests and the unrest happening over in Taengea. It was as if they had enraged the gods somehow, and the pantheon had decided to punish all of Greece by causing mayhem and havoc in all kingdoms.
Making a mental note to visit the Halls of the Gods at her next available slot of time, Nike's brows furrowed when she saw the brawl get rowdier, with the onlookers now adding on to the noise and mayhem by cheering them on. No one seemed to be trying to stop them, and women were rushing children away as the ring of people tightened in to watch. By a side, a young lady stared in horror - Nike suspected that she was the young lady in question, yet with no proper words now exchanged over the punches and blows that flew, no one could confirm her suspicion.
She had no intention of joining the fray of course, merely wanted to watch to make sure nothing got too out of hand, get what she had set out to get and return home. But of course, life didn't always go the way she wanted it.
A sudden shove, and someone just a few feet away from her stumbled and almost fell against her. In the fracas, Nike somehow lost her balance as well, hitting back against the man holding a cane as he tried to drag himself away, causing them both to fall to the ground - a sight that people witnessed, but merely moved around them to get a better look at the main fight. It seemed blood had begun to be drawn.
Having fallen on the man and opting to roll away immediately (for she really didn't need anyone feeling her up, not with so much at stake after so many years), the woman groaned as she picked herself off the ground. One hand swept the hair out of her eyes (black locks that really needed to be snipped once she found the time. She barely let it grew past her chin, for the longer hair would bring attention to her feminine tilt of her jawbones), the other reached down to the man with a cane, offering a helping hand. "Apologies, I hope you weren't injured?" she asked, a lilt of concern in her voice, even as her eyes flickered to check on the escalating fight briefly, before returning to the hooded man with his cane.
With no City guards in view, someone would really have to step in soon before death followed.
The weight of another human toppling him over once again was an annoyance that drew a winded growl of sorts from him as he landed harshly. To their credit, the offender was quick to stand and offer him assistance and he took their proffered hand. Hoisting himself from the ground, Nahash made a show of leaning on the cane heavily and taking a few halting steps out of the way so he was not at risk of being trampled any further.
"Thank you."
He didn't need to manufacture the rasp in his voice that came with the disuse. When he was not with his comrades he found he had little reason to speak, and it had been a long while since they had all been together. This mission of watching had meant he was out on the streets by himself with his begging ruse at all hours to ensure that there was not a weakness, not an obstacle they wouldn't miss, made for a tired vocal tone in a language that was very clearly not his first.
Glancing over his shoulder at the fray that was ensuing, he looked back to the other, a soldier of some sort it seemed given their posture and the way they regarded the brawl. He could slip away now unnoticed, while the others were examining the fight, but something held him in place as he studied the contours of the face before him. The soldier was intriguing, and he felt a hint of disgust rise in his chest as he found himself considering their features attractive. That was utter nonsense. Giving a grunt, he began to hobble past the other man, tugging at the band of cloth that covered his scarred eye.
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The weight of another human toppling him over once again was an annoyance that drew a winded growl of sorts from him as he landed harshly. To their credit, the offender was quick to stand and offer him assistance and he took their proffered hand. Hoisting himself from the ground, Nahash made a show of leaning on the cane heavily and taking a few halting steps out of the way so he was not at risk of being trampled any further.
"Thank you."
He didn't need to manufacture the rasp in his voice that came with the disuse. When he was not with his comrades he found he had little reason to speak, and it had been a long while since they had all been together. This mission of watching had meant he was out on the streets by himself with his begging ruse at all hours to ensure that there was not a weakness, not an obstacle they wouldn't miss, made for a tired vocal tone in a language that was very clearly not his first.
Glancing over his shoulder at the fray that was ensuing, he looked back to the other, a soldier of some sort it seemed given their posture and the way they regarded the brawl. He could slip away now unnoticed, while the others were examining the fight, but something held him in place as he studied the contours of the face before him. The soldier was intriguing, and he felt a hint of disgust rise in his chest as he found himself considering their features attractive. That was utter nonsense. Giving a grunt, he began to hobble past the other man, tugging at the band of cloth that covered his scarred eye.
The weight of another human toppling him over once again was an annoyance that drew a winded growl of sorts from him as he landed harshly. To their credit, the offender was quick to stand and offer him assistance and he took their proffered hand. Hoisting himself from the ground, Nahash made a show of leaning on the cane heavily and taking a few halting steps out of the way so he was not at risk of being trampled any further.
"Thank you."
He didn't need to manufacture the rasp in his voice that came with the disuse. When he was not with his comrades he found he had little reason to speak, and it had been a long while since they had all been together. This mission of watching had meant he was out on the streets by himself with his begging ruse at all hours to ensure that there was not a weakness, not an obstacle they wouldn't miss, made for a tired vocal tone in a language that was very clearly not his first.
Glancing over his shoulder at the fray that was ensuing, he looked back to the other, a soldier of some sort it seemed given their posture and the way they regarded the brawl. He could slip away now unnoticed, while the others were examining the fight, but something held him in place as he studied the contours of the face before him. The soldier was intriguing, and he felt a hint of disgust rise in his chest as he found himself considering their features attractive. That was utter nonsense. Giving a grunt, he began to hobble past the other man, tugging at the band of cloth that covered his scarred eye.
For a supposed begger, surprise reflected in Nike's eyes when the man took her hand, for it was a strong grip. Were begger's and waifs fed well to have a grip stronger, almost as strong as she would expect from one of her comrades and soldiers?
Still, as he moved, Nike couldn't help but frown as she watched him lean heavily on his cane. How could one who had such a heavy need for a cane, end up with a grip that was definitely stronger then what one would expect?
Before Nike had a chance to ponder further however (and wonder if the begger had a sore throat on top of all the other ailments that seem to trouble him), a loud crash signalled a fall of the stall as the brawl continued, and Nike heaved an irritated sigh. Men. They acted with their brawn before their brains, and while Nike worked with them practically her whole life, she couldn't believe how dumb some of them could be sometimes. She had to be so ridiculously direct with some of the men under her command sometimes, before they would get what she needed them to do.
And yet, they only allowed men in the ranks of the army. A stupid decision, if you asked her.
Rolling her eyes when a few of the onlookers finally managed to grab them apart and hold the struggling, emotional men away from each other, Nike finally turned to the begger as he tried to hobble past her, and cocked a head. He sure looked like he was having trouble moving, that's for sure, and the woman couldn't help but running a hand through her hair that covered a portion of her eye before she asked, "Do you need some help reaching your destination?" Motioning her chin at the cane he held tightly on. "You sure look like you're having some trouble." She couldn't help but keep the curiosity out of her voice as she offered her assistance.
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For a supposed begger, surprise reflected in Nike's eyes when the man took her hand, for it was a strong grip. Were begger's and waifs fed well to have a grip stronger, almost as strong as she would expect from one of her comrades and soldiers?
Still, as he moved, Nike couldn't help but frown as she watched him lean heavily on his cane. How could one who had such a heavy need for a cane, end up with a grip that was definitely stronger then what one would expect?
Before Nike had a chance to ponder further however (and wonder if the begger had a sore throat on top of all the other ailments that seem to trouble him), a loud crash signalled a fall of the stall as the brawl continued, and Nike heaved an irritated sigh. Men. They acted with their brawn before their brains, and while Nike worked with them practically her whole life, she couldn't believe how dumb some of them could be sometimes. She had to be so ridiculously direct with some of the men under her command sometimes, before they would get what she needed them to do.
And yet, they only allowed men in the ranks of the army. A stupid decision, if you asked her.
Rolling her eyes when a few of the onlookers finally managed to grab them apart and hold the struggling, emotional men away from each other, Nike finally turned to the begger as he tried to hobble past her, and cocked a head. He sure looked like he was having trouble moving, that's for sure, and the woman couldn't help but running a hand through her hair that covered a portion of her eye before she asked, "Do you need some help reaching your destination?" Motioning her chin at the cane he held tightly on. "You sure look like you're having some trouble." She couldn't help but keep the curiosity out of her voice as she offered her assistance.
For a supposed begger, surprise reflected in Nike's eyes when the man took her hand, for it was a strong grip. Were begger's and waifs fed well to have a grip stronger, almost as strong as she would expect from one of her comrades and soldiers?
Still, as he moved, Nike couldn't help but frown as she watched him lean heavily on his cane. How could one who had such a heavy need for a cane, end up with a grip that was definitely stronger then what one would expect?
Before Nike had a chance to ponder further however (and wonder if the begger had a sore throat on top of all the other ailments that seem to trouble him), a loud crash signalled a fall of the stall as the brawl continued, and Nike heaved an irritated sigh. Men. They acted with their brawn before their brains, and while Nike worked with them practically her whole life, she couldn't believe how dumb some of them could be sometimes. She had to be so ridiculously direct with some of the men under her command sometimes, before they would get what she needed them to do.
And yet, they only allowed men in the ranks of the army. A stupid decision, if you asked her.
Rolling her eyes when a few of the onlookers finally managed to grab them apart and hold the struggling, emotional men away from each other, Nike finally turned to the begger as he tried to hobble past her, and cocked a head. He sure looked like he was having trouble moving, that's for sure, and the woman couldn't help but running a hand through her hair that covered a portion of her eye before she asked, "Do you need some help reaching your destination?" Motioning her chin at the cane he held tightly on. "You sure look like you're having some trouble." She couldn't help but keep the curiosity out of her voice as she offered her assistance.
The sounds of the fray began to grow and Nahash moved himself along as quickly as he could while maintaining his disguise, forgetting the soldier behind him until the voice caught his ear again. It was frustrating when people got too curious, it ended in him having to silence them unless they dropped their curiosities in time. It would be a shame to have to do such a thing so soon into their stay, but their plans were grand and they could not risk having someone discover them so soon.
Turning with a grunt, he eyed the soldier with his good eye, leaning heavily on the cane and giving them a scrutinizing glance. Once again there was a note of interest that he had to repress. The man had a feminine air about him that was all, slight as he was it was no wonder the Greek was of interest. Shaking his head, Nahash tried to avoid saying anything further. His voice was far more youthful than his disguise, and his growl could only cover it for so long. When the youth further pressed and mentioned the trouble he was having the thief scowled and gave a grunt of disgust.
"No trouble. No need."
With that he turned, hoping the young soldier would forget and leave him be. In the event that the youngster continued pursuit, he considered his options and when the nearest close alley presented itself, the thief took the turn and paused halfway down it, away from windows and prying eyes. Nahash leaned against the wall as if catching his breath, listening for footsteps following him and prepared to strike if he had been followed.
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The sounds of the fray began to grow and Nahash moved himself along as quickly as he could while maintaining his disguise, forgetting the soldier behind him until the voice caught his ear again. It was frustrating when people got too curious, it ended in him having to silence them unless they dropped their curiosities in time. It would be a shame to have to do such a thing so soon into their stay, but their plans were grand and they could not risk having someone discover them so soon.
Turning with a grunt, he eyed the soldier with his good eye, leaning heavily on the cane and giving them a scrutinizing glance. Once again there was a note of interest that he had to repress. The man had a feminine air about him that was all, slight as he was it was no wonder the Greek was of interest. Shaking his head, Nahash tried to avoid saying anything further. His voice was far more youthful than his disguise, and his growl could only cover it for so long. When the youth further pressed and mentioned the trouble he was having the thief scowled and gave a grunt of disgust.
"No trouble. No need."
With that he turned, hoping the young soldier would forget and leave him be. In the event that the youngster continued pursuit, he considered his options and when the nearest close alley presented itself, the thief took the turn and paused halfway down it, away from windows and prying eyes. Nahash leaned against the wall as if catching his breath, listening for footsteps following him and prepared to strike if he had been followed.
The sounds of the fray began to grow and Nahash moved himself along as quickly as he could while maintaining his disguise, forgetting the soldier behind him until the voice caught his ear again. It was frustrating when people got too curious, it ended in him having to silence them unless they dropped their curiosities in time. It would be a shame to have to do such a thing so soon into their stay, but their plans were grand and they could not risk having someone discover them so soon.
Turning with a grunt, he eyed the soldier with his good eye, leaning heavily on the cane and giving them a scrutinizing glance. Once again there was a note of interest that he had to repress. The man had a feminine air about him that was all, slight as he was it was no wonder the Greek was of interest. Shaking his head, Nahash tried to avoid saying anything further. His voice was far more youthful than his disguise, and his growl could only cover it for so long. When the youth further pressed and mentioned the trouble he was having the thief scowled and gave a grunt of disgust.
"No trouble. No need."
With that he turned, hoping the young soldier would forget and leave him be. In the event that the youngster continued pursuit, he considered his options and when the nearest close alley presented itself, the thief took the turn and paused halfway down it, away from windows and prying eyes. Nahash leaned against the wall as if catching his breath, listening for footsteps following him and prepared to strike if he had been followed.
Her job meant it was in Nike's nature to be wary. To be fair, the woman wasn't born like that. Back as a girl living with her father in Acaris when she still had a family, Veronike had been a carefree young girl who liked her chiton's in a dusty pink color, enjoyed her black hair as long as she could grow them, and loved it when her father brought back presents of jewelry and accessories for her when he returned from his voyages. Vasilios and Sonya spoiled her endlessly, and in return, Veronike was a pampered young princess.
But the Gods had a cruel fate for her when they cut her mother's life tragically short, and turned her father into a drunkard as his business got larger, and his clientele grew in size. It was that trajectory that had let her to grow eventually into the Nike one would see today, tough and unrelentless in her pursuit of survival, capable of protecting her own and willing to take whatever it takes to get her to where she wanted to be.
The position Nike held today was begotten through hard work, and it was exactly that and her vigilant nature which earned her right to be next to the crown prince. But it also meant Nike was easily suspicious at the slightest provocation.
Her suspicions were aroused when the man was quick and curt, surprisingly eager to get away for an innocent begger. And surely his gait seemed a little too fast for someone who needed the assistance of a cane to get around? As someone who picks up every little detail to survive in a fight where many around her had the biological upper hand, her brows furrowed as she watched the retreating back of the cloaked figure. While she would've dearly loved to follow, in the end Nike decided to turn annd walk off, deciding to return to her duties.
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Her job meant it was in Nike's nature to be wary. To be fair, the woman wasn't born like that. Back as a girl living with her father in Acaris when she still had a family, Veronike had been a carefree young girl who liked her chiton's in a dusty pink color, enjoyed her black hair as long as she could grow them, and loved it when her father brought back presents of jewelry and accessories for her when he returned from his voyages. Vasilios and Sonya spoiled her endlessly, and in return, Veronike was a pampered young princess.
But the Gods had a cruel fate for her when they cut her mother's life tragically short, and turned her father into a drunkard as his business got larger, and his clientele grew in size. It was that trajectory that had let her to grow eventually into the Nike one would see today, tough and unrelentless in her pursuit of survival, capable of protecting her own and willing to take whatever it takes to get her to where she wanted to be.
The position Nike held today was begotten through hard work, and it was exactly that and her vigilant nature which earned her right to be next to the crown prince. But it also meant Nike was easily suspicious at the slightest provocation.
Her suspicions were aroused when the man was quick and curt, surprisingly eager to get away for an innocent begger. And surely his gait seemed a little too fast for someone who needed the assistance of a cane to get around? As someone who picks up every little detail to survive in a fight where many around her had the biological upper hand, her brows furrowed as she watched the retreating back of the cloaked figure. While she would've dearly loved to follow, in the end Nike decided to turn annd walk off, deciding to return to her duties.
Her job meant it was in Nike's nature to be wary. To be fair, the woman wasn't born like that. Back as a girl living with her father in Acaris when she still had a family, Veronike had been a carefree young girl who liked her chiton's in a dusty pink color, enjoyed her black hair as long as she could grow them, and loved it when her father brought back presents of jewelry and accessories for her when he returned from his voyages. Vasilios and Sonya spoiled her endlessly, and in return, Veronike was a pampered young princess.
But the Gods had a cruel fate for her when they cut her mother's life tragically short, and turned her father into a drunkard as his business got larger, and his clientele grew in size. It was that trajectory that had let her to grow eventually into the Nike one would see today, tough and unrelentless in her pursuit of survival, capable of protecting her own and willing to take whatever it takes to get her to where she wanted to be.
The position Nike held today was begotten through hard work, and it was exactly that and her vigilant nature which earned her right to be next to the crown prince. But it also meant Nike was easily suspicious at the slightest provocation.
Her suspicions were aroused when the man was quick and curt, surprisingly eager to get away for an innocent begger. And surely his gait seemed a little too fast for someone who needed the assistance of a cane to get around? As someone who picks up every little detail to survive in a fight where many around her had the biological upper hand, her brows furrowed as she watched the retreating back of the cloaked figure. While she would've dearly loved to follow, in the end Nike decided to turn annd walk off, deciding to return to her duties.