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With far too many people (at least in his opinion) currently in his residence in the capitol, Kreios had spent alot of his time over the last few weeks outside more then in. His new dog did not mind, and in fact, Typhon seems to be enjoying the fact that he need not spend his time cooped inside a small, single bed cabin that usually was more then enough to house Kreios. The merchant was often on the move, and never really stayed long enough in his house. It was why he hired a permanent slave to stay and tend to his gardens - a slave who had upped and left just a few days back, which now meant Kreios had to find another.
He wouldn't have been in such a hurry, had he not receive a recent missive from a customer he had in Egypt on complaints that Kreios simply could not have. It was bad for business, which meant he had to set sail immediately. He had informed Descat to update Captain Garvey and to have the Azazel ready for sail within the next three days - just enough time for him to train up a new slave to ensure his plants did not wither and die by the time he returned.
And to ensure the slave knew to make sure he did not brush against the wrong plant and die.
But as luck would have it, the slave traders did not have wares suitable for him, no matter how many he went to. The merchant was vocal, but he was also very selective wherever he went, that by the time he visited the last slave trader, Kreios didn't even have to say a word for the man to shake his head, knowing full well he did not have anyone in stock that would meet the merchant's requirements.
Thoroughly irritated, and further amplified by the hot afternoon sun, Kreios dragged the back of his arm over the sweat-stained brow of his, scowl on his face as he trudged through the Central Plateia again - surely he could find something! The pirate he was nursing should be back on his feet by now, and the Bedoan he had picked up, had now spent far too long in his quarters that Kreios wanted out. Uncertain of what would happen to her after he left, neither did Kreios want to care, for he had already fulfilled his end of the bargain by bringing her to Greece. For all he cared, the pink diamond locked upon his quarters on his boat was now rightfully his.
Now he just needed someone to tend to his plants.
Gritting his teeth, the man shifted the black, long chiton he wore, and then decided to take another look in the market, seeking out a slave trader to tell him of his long, extensive list of requirements he would need to have of a slave he would hire.
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With far too many people (at least in his opinion) currently in his residence in the capitol, Kreios had spent alot of his time over the last few weeks outside more then in. His new dog did not mind, and in fact, Typhon seems to be enjoying the fact that he need not spend his time cooped inside a small, single bed cabin that usually was more then enough to house Kreios. The merchant was often on the move, and never really stayed long enough in his house. It was why he hired a permanent slave to stay and tend to his gardens - a slave who had upped and left just a few days back, which now meant Kreios had to find another.
He wouldn't have been in such a hurry, had he not receive a recent missive from a customer he had in Egypt on complaints that Kreios simply could not have. It was bad for business, which meant he had to set sail immediately. He had informed Descat to update Captain Garvey and to have the Azazel ready for sail within the next three days - just enough time for him to train up a new slave to ensure his plants did not wither and die by the time he returned.
And to ensure the slave knew to make sure he did not brush against the wrong plant and die.
But as luck would have it, the slave traders did not have wares suitable for him, no matter how many he went to. The merchant was vocal, but he was also very selective wherever he went, that by the time he visited the last slave trader, Kreios didn't even have to say a word for the man to shake his head, knowing full well he did not have anyone in stock that would meet the merchant's requirements.
Thoroughly irritated, and further amplified by the hot afternoon sun, Kreios dragged the back of his arm over the sweat-stained brow of his, scowl on his face as he trudged through the Central Plateia again - surely he could find something! The pirate he was nursing should be back on his feet by now, and the Bedoan he had picked up, had now spent far too long in his quarters that Kreios wanted out. Uncertain of what would happen to her after he left, neither did Kreios want to care, for he had already fulfilled his end of the bargain by bringing her to Greece. For all he cared, the pink diamond locked upon his quarters on his boat was now rightfully his.
Now he just needed someone to tend to his plants.
Gritting his teeth, the man shifted the black, long chiton he wore, and then decided to take another look in the market, seeking out a slave trader to tell him of his long, extensive list of requirements he would need to have of a slave he would hire.
With far too many people (at least in his opinion) currently in his residence in the capitol, Kreios had spent alot of his time over the last few weeks outside more then in. His new dog did not mind, and in fact, Typhon seems to be enjoying the fact that he need not spend his time cooped inside a small, single bed cabin that usually was more then enough to house Kreios. The merchant was often on the move, and never really stayed long enough in his house. It was why he hired a permanent slave to stay and tend to his gardens - a slave who had upped and left just a few days back, which now meant Kreios had to find another.
He wouldn't have been in such a hurry, had he not receive a recent missive from a customer he had in Egypt on complaints that Kreios simply could not have. It was bad for business, which meant he had to set sail immediately. He had informed Descat to update Captain Garvey and to have the Azazel ready for sail within the next three days - just enough time for him to train up a new slave to ensure his plants did not wither and die by the time he returned.
And to ensure the slave knew to make sure he did not brush against the wrong plant and die.
But as luck would have it, the slave traders did not have wares suitable for him, no matter how many he went to. The merchant was vocal, but he was also very selective wherever he went, that by the time he visited the last slave trader, Kreios didn't even have to say a word for the man to shake his head, knowing full well he did not have anyone in stock that would meet the merchant's requirements.
Thoroughly irritated, and further amplified by the hot afternoon sun, Kreios dragged the back of his arm over the sweat-stained brow of his, scowl on his face as he trudged through the Central Plateia again - surely he could find something! The pirate he was nursing should be back on his feet by now, and the Bedoan he had picked up, had now spent far too long in his quarters that Kreios wanted out. Uncertain of what would happen to her after he left, neither did Kreios want to care, for he had already fulfilled his end of the bargain by bringing her to Greece. For all he cared, the pink diamond locked upon his quarters on his boat was now rightfully his.
Now he just needed someone to tend to his plants.
Gritting his teeth, the man shifted the black, long chiton he wore, and then decided to take another look in the market, seeking out a slave trader to tell him of his long, extensive list of requirements he would need to have of a slave he would hire.
Thras and Lais had gone to town that day, both splitting up to try and find themselves some work. They were running a little low on money, and while a lot of their food came from hunting and gathering, there were still things they needed to purchase, and people weren’t too keen on letting them have stuff without paying. They had ridden into town together, but then split up to cover more ground and find some work for one or both of them. He tended to take up manual labour, at least what manual labour he could do with his leg, and as such he was currently speaking with a man who had a rather simple job. He needed brush cleared from his land, intending on having something built on top of the land. The job was easy in theory, but would require a lot of hard work and time.
The man seemed to have unrealistic expectations on how much he wanted to pay Thras, and the time frame in which he wanted it done. Thras was a nice guy, he knew that he typically ended up doing a lot of work for a small amount of money, but even he had limits on how generous he would be. The man was trying to pay him nearly nothing for the work.
“I will not stand here and be insulted further with your inflated idea of your worth!” The man said, shouting at Thras, red in the face as Thras himself stood there, calm and cool and collected.
“Then I believe I will excuse myself from the conversation with well wishes and hopes that you find someone to complete the work for you at your price.” He said, not one to really get angry often. He gave he man a smile and then stepped out of the conversation, mind a little distracted with the situation and the idea that he needed to find some other work. They needed money, but not badly enough for Thras to stoop to that man’s prices.
He realized as he walked away from the man, that some people had stopped to stare at them as the other man had been yelling rather loudly. The conversation had been going on for awhile, and a small crowd had gathered, most trying to pretend like they weren’t there to listen in on the arguement.
“If anyone needs some work done, and is willing to offer a reasonable price for such work, I’m your man.” He called out to the people who were staring, giving them all a friendly grin before he started walking again, heading for some shade to cool down a bit and hope that someone in the area would approach him with an offer for work, and offer that was more worth his time.
When he arrived in the shade of a building, he leaned his back against the stone wall to relieve some of the weight on his bad leg, and pulled his water skin from his side, taking a long drink to keep himself hydrated.
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Thras and Lais had gone to town that day, both splitting up to try and find themselves some work. They were running a little low on money, and while a lot of their food came from hunting and gathering, there were still things they needed to purchase, and people weren’t too keen on letting them have stuff without paying. They had ridden into town together, but then split up to cover more ground and find some work for one or both of them. He tended to take up manual labour, at least what manual labour he could do with his leg, and as such he was currently speaking with a man who had a rather simple job. He needed brush cleared from his land, intending on having something built on top of the land. The job was easy in theory, but would require a lot of hard work and time.
The man seemed to have unrealistic expectations on how much he wanted to pay Thras, and the time frame in which he wanted it done. Thras was a nice guy, he knew that he typically ended up doing a lot of work for a small amount of money, but even he had limits on how generous he would be. The man was trying to pay him nearly nothing for the work.
“I will not stand here and be insulted further with your inflated idea of your worth!” The man said, shouting at Thras, red in the face as Thras himself stood there, calm and cool and collected.
“Then I believe I will excuse myself from the conversation with well wishes and hopes that you find someone to complete the work for you at your price.” He said, not one to really get angry often. He gave he man a smile and then stepped out of the conversation, mind a little distracted with the situation and the idea that he needed to find some other work. They needed money, but not badly enough for Thras to stoop to that man’s prices.
He realized as he walked away from the man, that some people had stopped to stare at them as the other man had been yelling rather loudly. The conversation had been going on for awhile, and a small crowd had gathered, most trying to pretend like they weren’t there to listen in on the arguement.
“If anyone needs some work done, and is willing to offer a reasonable price for such work, I’m your man.” He called out to the people who were staring, giving them all a friendly grin before he started walking again, heading for some shade to cool down a bit and hope that someone in the area would approach him with an offer for work, and offer that was more worth his time.
When he arrived in the shade of a building, he leaned his back against the stone wall to relieve some of the weight on his bad leg, and pulled his water skin from his side, taking a long drink to keep himself hydrated.
Thras and Lais had gone to town that day, both splitting up to try and find themselves some work. They were running a little low on money, and while a lot of their food came from hunting and gathering, there were still things they needed to purchase, and people weren’t too keen on letting them have stuff without paying. They had ridden into town together, but then split up to cover more ground and find some work for one or both of them. He tended to take up manual labour, at least what manual labour he could do with his leg, and as such he was currently speaking with a man who had a rather simple job. He needed brush cleared from his land, intending on having something built on top of the land. The job was easy in theory, but would require a lot of hard work and time.
The man seemed to have unrealistic expectations on how much he wanted to pay Thras, and the time frame in which he wanted it done. Thras was a nice guy, he knew that he typically ended up doing a lot of work for a small amount of money, but even he had limits on how generous he would be. The man was trying to pay him nearly nothing for the work.
“I will not stand here and be insulted further with your inflated idea of your worth!” The man said, shouting at Thras, red in the face as Thras himself stood there, calm and cool and collected.
“Then I believe I will excuse myself from the conversation with well wishes and hopes that you find someone to complete the work for you at your price.” He said, not one to really get angry often. He gave he man a smile and then stepped out of the conversation, mind a little distracted with the situation and the idea that he needed to find some other work. They needed money, but not badly enough for Thras to stoop to that man’s prices.
He realized as he walked away from the man, that some people had stopped to stare at them as the other man had been yelling rather loudly. The conversation had been going on for awhile, and a small crowd had gathered, most trying to pretend like they weren’t there to listen in on the arguement.
“If anyone needs some work done, and is willing to offer a reasonable price for such work, I’m your man.” He called out to the people who were staring, giving them all a friendly grin before he started walking again, heading for some shade to cool down a bit and hope that someone in the area would approach him with an offer for work, and offer that was more worth his time.
When he arrived in the shade of a building, he leaned his back against the stone wall to relieve some of the weight on his bad leg, and pulled his water skin from his side, taking a long drink to keep himself hydrated.
As much as Kreios was focused on finding the exact servant he'd need in order to make sure his precious plants did not wilt and die while he was gone to Egypt, it was hard to miss when someone was yelling in a decible loud enough to be heard across a noisy market.
Frowning, the dark-haired merchant paused in his actions and turned, just in time to see another yelling at a man, red in the fact and obviously unhappy with whatever deal they would come up with. The man being yelled at however, seemed to barely blink an eye as he was getting yelled at, and his ability to remain calm and call piqued at Kreios's interest as he seemed to remove himself from the situation, actually managed to smile, before walking away.
Curious now, his onyx eyes followed the movement of the man who now stood offering himself for a job, and for a moment, Kreios considered the idea. He had wanted a slave, someone he did not have to consistently pay as it seeemd farmore useful to give a one off payment for Kreios did not have to worry about continous wages. But what was he to do when he could not find one suited for him? He did not want to risk his plants dying. He had procured some of them from very far off lands, and it was what made Kreios's wares precious and highly sought after my his clients, because he often had the stuff many other regular poison makers situated in Greece did not have.
Making a decision, he abandoned the slave market and decided to approach the shade where the man had headed to cool down. His gait was steady and nonchalant - Kreios wasn't too attached to his decision. At worst, he'd just hire two slaves to make sure they kept each other in check, but he'd at least give himself a fighting chance.
"You were looking for a job?" Kreios asked in an audible voice once he got within hearing distance of the man. His tone was gruff, but his pockets were heavy as he settled in a position just a few steps beyond Thras, and studied the man from head to toe. "I can offer a good pay, but it depends on how well do you know your plants." Kreios paused, and then pulled out the leaf of a mandrake from his pockets, to hold it up to the other. "Do you know where this leaf comes from?" The mandragora was perhaps, one of his most prized purchases lately, for the plant was highly difficult to keep alive out of the dry climate of Egypt. If the man knew how to handle a mandragora, he owuld be fine with the rest of Kreios' little poison forest.
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As much as Kreios was focused on finding the exact servant he'd need in order to make sure his precious plants did not wilt and die while he was gone to Egypt, it was hard to miss when someone was yelling in a decible loud enough to be heard across a noisy market.
Frowning, the dark-haired merchant paused in his actions and turned, just in time to see another yelling at a man, red in the fact and obviously unhappy with whatever deal they would come up with. The man being yelled at however, seemed to barely blink an eye as he was getting yelled at, and his ability to remain calm and call piqued at Kreios's interest as he seemed to remove himself from the situation, actually managed to smile, before walking away.
Curious now, his onyx eyes followed the movement of the man who now stood offering himself for a job, and for a moment, Kreios considered the idea. He had wanted a slave, someone he did not have to consistently pay as it seeemd farmore useful to give a one off payment for Kreios did not have to worry about continous wages. But what was he to do when he could not find one suited for him? He did not want to risk his plants dying. He had procured some of them from very far off lands, and it was what made Kreios's wares precious and highly sought after my his clients, because he often had the stuff many other regular poison makers situated in Greece did not have.
Making a decision, he abandoned the slave market and decided to approach the shade where the man had headed to cool down. His gait was steady and nonchalant - Kreios wasn't too attached to his decision. At worst, he'd just hire two slaves to make sure they kept each other in check, but he'd at least give himself a fighting chance.
"You were looking for a job?" Kreios asked in an audible voice once he got within hearing distance of the man. His tone was gruff, but his pockets were heavy as he settled in a position just a few steps beyond Thras, and studied the man from head to toe. "I can offer a good pay, but it depends on how well do you know your plants." Kreios paused, and then pulled out the leaf of a mandrake from his pockets, to hold it up to the other. "Do you know where this leaf comes from?" The mandragora was perhaps, one of his most prized purchases lately, for the plant was highly difficult to keep alive out of the dry climate of Egypt. If the man knew how to handle a mandragora, he owuld be fine with the rest of Kreios' little poison forest.
As much as Kreios was focused on finding the exact servant he'd need in order to make sure his precious plants did not wilt and die while he was gone to Egypt, it was hard to miss when someone was yelling in a decible loud enough to be heard across a noisy market.
Frowning, the dark-haired merchant paused in his actions and turned, just in time to see another yelling at a man, red in the fact and obviously unhappy with whatever deal they would come up with. The man being yelled at however, seemed to barely blink an eye as he was getting yelled at, and his ability to remain calm and call piqued at Kreios's interest as he seemed to remove himself from the situation, actually managed to smile, before walking away.
Curious now, his onyx eyes followed the movement of the man who now stood offering himself for a job, and for a moment, Kreios considered the idea. He had wanted a slave, someone he did not have to consistently pay as it seeemd farmore useful to give a one off payment for Kreios did not have to worry about continous wages. But what was he to do when he could not find one suited for him? He did not want to risk his plants dying. He had procured some of them from very far off lands, and it was what made Kreios's wares precious and highly sought after my his clients, because he often had the stuff many other regular poison makers situated in Greece did not have.
Making a decision, he abandoned the slave market and decided to approach the shade where the man had headed to cool down. His gait was steady and nonchalant - Kreios wasn't too attached to his decision. At worst, he'd just hire two slaves to make sure they kept each other in check, but he'd at least give himself a fighting chance.
"You were looking for a job?" Kreios asked in an audible voice once he got within hearing distance of the man. His tone was gruff, but his pockets were heavy as he settled in a position just a few steps beyond Thras, and studied the man from head to toe. "I can offer a good pay, but it depends on how well do you know your plants." Kreios paused, and then pulled out the leaf of a mandrake from his pockets, to hold it up to the other. "Do you know where this leaf comes from?" The mandragora was perhaps, one of his most prized purchases lately, for the plant was highly difficult to keep alive out of the dry climate of Egypt. If the man knew how to handle a mandragora, he owuld be fine with the rest of Kreios' little poison forest.
“Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow.
“I am in fact looking for work, and would be happy to discuss what you’re looking for, and payment terms that will suit both of us.” He agreed, then listened to the rest of what the man had to say.
Thras was surprised as the man procured a leaf from his pocket and asked him where it was from. Thrasius reached out and took the leaf with care, bringing it a little closer so he could inspect it. A few years ago, he would have had no idea about plants, but Lais had loved to learn, and it had been a great boon to their nomadic lifestyle to know about the uses of plants they had come across in their travels. This was not one that they had ever come across, and yet he knew it anyways. Or thought he did. He had heard of the plant before, sometimes soaked in wine it was used as an aphrodisiac in small quantities, and often it was associate with his patron God Aphrodite.
“Mandrake.” He said, throwing his best guess out there. Perhaps he was wrong, he had never seen one of the plants for himself, but he had heard plenty of descriptions of it, and it sounded exactly like what he had been told they looked like.
“Requires plenty of light from the sun, and not a lot of water.” He said, hoping perhaps the other would be impressed with his bit of knowledge. He had need for money, and not only for basic things for survival, but he had future plans for him and his wife which would require him to save up a decent sum. If this man was truly willing to pay a fair wage, it sounded like he might have longer term work. Not what Thras was used to, most of his work was a one off manual labour job, but if he was correct and this man in fact wanted to offer more continuous work, he would not turn it down. At least for how ever long he and his wife would remain in the area.
He held the leaf back out for the man, assuming he would want it back. He figured he knew enough about plants to help with what ever he needed, and if he didn’t, well then he would have to learn. He had learned years ago that one couldn’t be too picky when it came to work, unless the pay was completely unfair. Sometimes there was so much work that he had to turn some people down, and sometimes there was no work at all. He had learned to take what he could get assuming the terms were at least fair.
“What is it you’re looking for?” He asked, though he had his assumptions, they might have been completely wrong, and he would rather be a hundred percent sure before he took on any work. Thrasius was a man of his word and would see the job through until they moved on from the area, assuming the two men could come to terms.
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“Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow.
“I am in fact looking for work, and would be happy to discuss what you’re looking for, and payment terms that will suit both of us.” He agreed, then listened to the rest of what the man had to say.
Thras was surprised as the man procured a leaf from his pocket and asked him where it was from. Thrasius reached out and took the leaf with care, bringing it a little closer so he could inspect it. A few years ago, he would have had no idea about plants, but Lais had loved to learn, and it had been a great boon to their nomadic lifestyle to know about the uses of plants they had come across in their travels. This was not one that they had ever come across, and yet he knew it anyways. Or thought he did. He had heard of the plant before, sometimes soaked in wine it was used as an aphrodisiac in small quantities, and often it was associate with his patron God Aphrodite.
“Mandrake.” He said, throwing his best guess out there. Perhaps he was wrong, he had never seen one of the plants for himself, but he had heard plenty of descriptions of it, and it sounded exactly like what he had been told they looked like.
“Requires plenty of light from the sun, and not a lot of water.” He said, hoping perhaps the other would be impressed with his bit of knowledge. He had need for money, and not only for basic things for survival, but he had future plans for him and his wife which would require him to save up a decent sum. If this man was truly willing to pay a fair wage, it sounded like he might have longer term work. Not what Thras was used to, most of his work was a one off manual labour job, but if he was correct and this man in fact wanted to offer more continuous work, he would not turn it down. At least for how ever long he and his wife would remain in the area.
He held the leaf back out for the man, assuming he would want it back. He figured he knew enough about plants to help with what ever he needed, and if he didn’t, well then he would have to learn. He had learned years ago that one couldn’t be too picky when it came to work, unless the pay was completely unfair. Sometimes there was so much work that he had to turn some people down, and sometimes there was no work at all. He had learned to take what he could get assuming the terms were at least fair.
“What is it you’re looking for?” He asked, though he had his assumptions, they might have been completely wrong, and he would rather be a hundred percent sure before he took on any work. Thrasius was a man of his word and would see the job through until they moved on from the area, assuming the two men could come to terms.
“Thrasius.” He introduced himself with a small bow.
“I am in fact looking for work, and would be happy to discuss what you’re looking for, and payment terms that will suit both of us.” He agreed, then listened to the rest of what the man had to say.
Thras was surprised as the man procured a leaf from his pocket and asked him where it was from. Thrasius reached out and took the leaf with care, bringing it a little closer so he could inspect it. A few years ago, he would have had no idea about plants, but Lais had loved to learn, and it had been a great boon to their nomadic lifestyle to know about the uses of plants they had come across in their travels. This was not one that they had ever come across, and yet he knew it anyways. Or thought he did. He had heard of the plant before, sometimes soaked in wine it was used as an aphrodisiac in small quantities, and often it was associate with his patron God Aphrodite.
“Mandrake.” He said, throwing his best guess out there. Perhaps he was wrong, he had never seen one of the plants for himself, but he had heard plenty of descriptions of it, and it sounded exactly like what he had been told they looked like.
“Requires plenty of light from the sun, and not a lot of water.” He said, hoping perhaps the other would be impressed with his bit of knowledge. He had need for money, and not only for basic things for survival, but he had future plans for him and his wife which would require him to save up a decent sum. If this man was truly willing to pay a fair wage, it sounded like he might have longer term work. Not what Thras was used to, most of his work was a one off manual labour job, but if he was correct and this man in fact wanted to offer more continuous work, he would not turn it down. At least for how ever long he and his wife would remain in the area.
He held the leaf back out for the man, assuming he would want it back. He figured he knew enough about plants to help with what ever he needed, and if he didn’t, well then he would have to learn. He had learned years ago that one couldn’t be too picky when it came to work, unless the pay was completely unfair. Sometimes there was so much work that he had to turn some people down, and sometimes there was no work at all. He had learned to take what he could get assuming the terms were at least fair.
“What is it you’re looking for?” He asked, though he had his assumptions, they might have been completely wrong, and he would rather be a hundred percent sure before he took on any work. Thrasius was a man of his word and would see the job through until they moved on from the area, assuming the two men could come to terms.
At least the man got to the point quick. That earned him a mark in Kreios's book already. The merchant, unlike many of his ilk, hated batting around the bush trying to find a commonground. He was one who knew his worth and value, and if a prospective customer tried to haggle for a lower price, Kreios would simply walk away. Never one to set up a stall or call for customers, all of Kreios's clients came to him, and he wouldn't do it any other way. He had already amassed his gold, that profits wasn't what mattered to him afterall.
Listening closely when the man successfully managed to identify the mandrake, a flicker of interest grew in his obsidian orbs as he observed the way in which he studied the leaf, and the words in which he spoke. It was not of the most confident manner, and it was obvious this Thrasius was not adept in the knowledge of plants, but that he knew it was a mandrake already earned him marks, where many would not be able to tell the difference between the mandragora and a weed.
"Partial shade, but yes, all day long. I have scraps from the kitchen I feed it with once a week, along with the rest of my garden." he murmured in return, a slight correction to an otherwise acceptable answer.
Taking the leaf back, Kreios traced the veins of the leaf with his finger, as if considering the man standing before him. He could not risk any of his greens dying, for some of them has been cultivated for years in order for Kreios to attain the quality and level of growth the merchant needed to ensure his poisons were made to his satisfaction. That, and the man had to be careful or Kreios would return to a dead servant as well.
But really, beggars can't be choosers at this point.
"I need a caretaker." he finally said, tucking the leaf back in his pocket. "One who would be smart enough to ensure my garden doesn't die, and who doesn't die himself." His eyes flickered back up to Thrasius, just to show that he wasn't joking, for many often thought he was, to dire consequences to themselves. "I grow many things in my garden. Akoniton, asphodelos, hemlock, manchineel... just to name a few. I'm sure you can see the similarities they have." Kreios smirked. If Thrasius didn't, he would be unfit for the job, for many in his garden was poisonous upon touch itself, and he navigated his plot of land carefully. "I brought back many of them from lands afar, and have no wish to see them withered when I return from my trip to Egypt. I simply wish to hire someone who is capable of that task." the man paused, and then levelled his gaze at Thrasius. "Would you wish to take it on?"
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At least the man got to the point quick. That earned him a mark in Kreios's book already. The merchant, unlike many of his ilk, hated batting around the bush trying to find a commonground. He was one who knew his worth and value, and if a prospective customer tried to haggle for a lower price, Kreios would simply walk away. Never one to set up a stall or call for customers, all of Kreios's clients came to him, and he wouldn't do it any other way. He had already amassed his gold, that profits wasn't what mattered to him afterall.
Listening closely when the man successfully managed to identify the mandrake, a flicker of interest grew in his obsidian orbs as he observed the way in which he studied the leaf, and the words in which he spoke. It was not of the most confident manner, and it was obvious this Thrasius was not adept in the knowledge of plants, but that he knew it was a mandrake already earned him marks, where many would not be able to tell the difference between the mandragora and a weed.
"Partial shade, but yes, all day long. I have scraps from the kitchen I feed it with once a week, along with the rest of my garden." he murmured in return, a slight correction to an otherwise acceptable answer.
Taking the leaf back, Kreios traced the veins of the leaf with his finger, as if considering the man standing before him. He could not risk any of his greens dying, for some of them has been cultivated for years in order for Kreios to attain the quality and level of growth the merchant needed to ensure his poisons were made to his satisfaction. That, and the man had to be careful or Kreios would return to a dead servant as well.
But really, beggars can't be choosers at this point.
"I need a caretaker." he finally said, tucking the leaf back in his pocket. "One who would be smart enough to ensure my garden doesn't die, and who doesn't die himself." His eyes flickered back up to Thrasius, just to show that he wasn't joking, for many often thought he was, to dire consequences to themselves. "I grow many things in my garden. Akoniton, asphodelos, hemlock, manchineel... just to name a few. I'm sure you can see the similarities they have." Kreios smirked. If Thrasius didn't, he would be unfit for the job, for many in his garden was poisonous upon touch itself, and he navigated his plot of land carefully. "I brought back many of them from lands afar, and have no wish to see them withered when I return from my trip to Egypt. I simply wish to hire someone who is capable of that task." the man paused, and then levelled his gaze at Thrasius. "Would you wish to take it on?"
At least the man got to the point quick. That earned him a mark in Kreios's book already. The merchant, unlike many of his ilk, hated batting around the bush trying to find a commonground. He was one who knew his worth and value, and if a prospective customer tried to haggle for a lower price, Kreios would simply walk away. Never one to set up a stall or call for customers, all of Kreios's clients came to him, and he wouldn't do it any other way. He had already amassed his gold, that profits wasn't what mattered to him afterall.
Listening closely when the man successfully managed to identify the mandrake, a flicker of interest grew in his obsidian orbs as he observed the way in which he studied the leaf, and the words in which he spoke. It was not of the most confident manner, and it was obvious this Thrasius was not adept in the knowledge of plants, but that he knew it was a mandrake already earned him marks, where many would not be able to tell the difference between the mandragora and a weed.
"Partial shade, but yes, all day long. I have scraps from the kitchen I feed it with once a week, along with the rest of my garden." he murmured in return, a slight correction to an otherwise acceptable answer.
Taking the leaf back, Kreios traced the veins of the leaf with his finger, as if considering the man standing before him. He could not risk any of his greens dying, for some of them has been cultivated for years in order for Kreios to attain the quality and level of growth the merchant needed to ensure his poisons were made to his satisfaction. That, and the man had to be careful or Kreios would return to a dead servant as well.
But really, beggars can't be choosers at this point.
"I need a caretaker." he finally said, tucking the leaf back in his pocket. "One who would be smart enough to ensure my garden doesn't die, and who doesn't die himself." His eyes flickered back up to Thrasius, just to show that he wasn't joking, for many often thought he was, to dire consequences to themselves. "I grow many things in my garden. Akoniton, asphodelos, hemlock, manchineel... just to name a few. I'm sure you can see the similarities they have." Kreios smirked. If Thrasius didn't, he would be unfit for the job, for many in his garden was poisonous upon touch itself, and he navigated his plot of land carefully. "I brought back many of them from lands afar, and have no wish to see them withered when I return from my trip to Egypt. I simply wish to hire someone who is capable of that task." the man paused, and then levelled his gaze at Thrasius. "Would you wish to take it on?"
Thrasius stood in wait as the man seemed to judge him and his knowledge on the plant. He knew he wasn’t completely knowledgeable on plants, but he knew more than most, and he was a quick learner if it was required. But at the moment the worst thing that would happen is this man would change his mind and not hire him, and Thrasius would continue on with his day and see if he could find some other work else where.
Thrasius thought about it when it was offered to him, it would be a long term job, which would be good because it would mean a steady income for him, and perhaps enough that he could add to his stashed gold, to be used towards future dreams.
“If the pay is fair, then I’m your man.” He said, nodding a little. He would accept the job based on the terms that they would come to. He wouldn’t put in effort if he wasn’t fairly compensated for such a thing. But he was a hard worker when he agreed to take work, and he was certain he could learn enough to keep the plants alive and well until he returned from what ever he was doing in Egypt. Thrasius wasn’t about to ask about the reason for his trip. By the sounds of it, the man’s plants were all deadly or close to deadly, so it was not business the Athenian needed to question.
“May I ask how long you plan to be away? My wife and I are travellers, so while I would be happy to stay and tend to your garden for the duration of your trip, as long as we aren’t talking a few years time.” He said, knowing that sometimes things couldn’t be planned exactly in time frame, but at the very least the man could let him know if the plan was to be gone for a few months, or if his business would take him to Egypt for a year or longer.
That would be a little too much time to stay in one place, Thrasius thought. At least in one city. They tended to spend a few years travelling each Kingdom, but didn’t stay in one city or province for longer than a few months.
He thought perhaps this man would be a good contact to have for the future as well, knowing that he and his wife both wished to take a trip to Egypt and perhaps elsewhere at some point, to see the sights and meet the people who lived their lives so differently from those he was used to. Thrasius was a curious man by nature, and he had been lucky enough to find a partner in life who was just as adventurous.
For now though, he would wait and see how this job went, and if he could impress the man with his ability to keep these exotic plants alive. Then he would see if the possibility was there for them to one day join him on a trip to Egypt.
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Thrasius stood in wait as the man seemed to judge him and his knowledge on the plant. He knew he wasn’t completely knowledgeable on plants, but he knew more than most, and he was a quick learner if it was required. But at the moment the worst thing that would happen is this man would change his mind and not hire him, and Thrasius would continue on with his day and see if he could find some other work else where.
Thrasius thought about it when it was offered to him, it would be a long term job, which would be good because it would mean a steady income for him, and perhaps enough that he could add to his stashed gold, to be used towards future dreams.
“If the pay is fair, then I’m your man.” He said, nodding a little. He would accept the job based on the terms that they would come to. He wouldn’t put in effort if he wasn’t fairly compensated for such a thing. But he was a hard worker when he agreed to take work, and he was certain he could learn enough to keep the plants alive and well until he returned from what ever he was doing in Egypt. Thrasius wasn’t about to ask about the reason for his trip. By the sounds of it, the man’s plants were all deadly or close to deadly, so it was not business the Athenian needed to question.
“May I ask how long you plan to be away? My wife and I are travellers, so while I would be happy to stay and tend to your garden for the duration of your trip, as long as we aren’t talking a few years time.” He said, knowing that sometimes things couldn’t be planned exactly in time frame, but at the very least the man could let him know if the plan was to be gone for a few months, or if his business would take him to Egypt for a year or longer.
That would be a little too much time to stay in one place, Thrasius thought. At least in one city. They tended to spend a few years travelling each Kingdom, but didn’t stay in one city or province for longer than a few months.
He thought perhaps this man would be a good contact to have for the future as well, knowing that he and his wife both wished to take a trip to Egypt and perhaps elsewhere at some point, to see the sights and meet the people who lived their lives so differently from those he was used to. Thrasius was a curious man by nature, and he had been lucky enough to find a partner in life who was just as adventurous.
For now though, he would wait and see how this job went, and if he could impress the man with his ability to keep these exotic plants alive. Then he would see if the possibility was there for them to one day join him on a trip to Egypt.
Thrasius stood in wait as the man seemed to judge him and his knowledge on the plant. He knew he wasn’t completely knowledgeable on plants, but he knew more than most, and he was a quick learner if it was required. But at the moment the worst thing that would happen is this man would change his mind and not hire him, and Thrasius would continue on with his day and see if he could find some other work else where.
Thrasius thought about it when it was offered to him, it would be a long term job, which would be good because it would mean a steady income for him, and perhaps enough that he could add to his stashed gold, to be used towards future dreams.
“If the pay is fair, then I’m your man.” He said, nodding a little. He would accept the job based on the terms that they would come to. He wouldn’t put in effort if he wasn’t fairly compensated for such a thing. But he was a hard worker when he agreed to take work, and he was certain he could learn enough to keep the plants alive and well until he returned from what ever he was doing in Egypt. Thrasius wasn’t about to ask about the reason for his trip. By the sounds of it, the man’s plants were all deadly or close to deadly, so it was not business the Athenian needed to question.
“May I ask how long you plan to be away? My wife and I are travellers, so while I would be happy to stay and tend to your garden for the duration of your trip, as long as we aren’t talking a few years time.” He said, knowing that sometimes things couldn’t be planned exactly in time frame, but at the very least the man could let him know if the plan was to be gone for a few months, or if his business would take him to Egypt for a year or longer.
That would be a little too much time to stay in one place, Thrasius thought. At least in one city. They tended to spend a few years travelling each Kingdom, but didn’t stay in one city or province for longer than a few months.
He thought perhaps this man would be a good contact to have for the future as well, knowing that he and his wife both wished to take a trip to Egypt and perhaps elsewhere at some point, to see the sights and meet the people who lived their lives so differently from those he was used to. Thrasius was a curious man by nature, and he had been lucky enough to find a partner in life who was just as adventurous.
For now though, he would wait and see how this job went, and if he could impress the man with his ability to keep these exotic plants alive. Then he would see if the possibility was there for them to one day join him on a trip to Egypt.
Kreios was judgemental, and he was unabashed about that. In fact, the merchant had little shame in him, neither did he really care what others thought about him. Afterall, as a peddler of poisons, many often gave him judgemental stares, and if Kreios had cared in the first place, he wouldn't still be working in the exact same job. It was a niche not many dared to step in, considering he technically sold death in a bottle, but he enjoyed the life of wondering if his next step would be his last. Never one to stay in a place for long, nor did he have anyone he was particularly attached to, Kreios had little care of what happened everyday.
Satisfied with the man's answer, Kreios simply nodded in agreement, a man of little words. Many times, his cabin boy would tell you his master would sail the whole length of the seas without a word to any save for giving instructions on what to do, and it was for this reason that Captain Garvey enjoyed working on the Azazel so much, as opposed to some other opiniated owner of a ship. For Kreios, he knew very well where his specialty lies, and it definitely was not commanding a ship, so he left that quite well enough alone.
He still had a few days before he set sail, so Kreios intended to show his new manservant the ropes before he left, and he was about to turn on his heels to motion for Thrasius to follow him, when the man posed a question. Kreios looked over his shoulder, considering for a moment before finally giving the answer.
"A few months, at most. I have business to tend to in Greece as well. It would just be a short visit." Short for Kreios anyhow. His record was spending half a year in lands even further then Egypt, but at this juncture, he had many things to see to within the three kingdoms of Egypt that he would not be gone for long. He simply had to ensure he solved his customer squabbles in order to preserve his good name. "Now, if you would come along with me, I will show you how things are done."
Turning on his heels, Kreios started towards his cabin, trusting the man he had just hired to have the good sense to follow him as he melted amongst the crowds of the Plateia to head to his humble abode.
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Kreios was judgemental, and he was unabashed about that. In fact, the merchant had little shame in him, neither did he really care what others thought about him. Afterall, as a peddler of poisons, many often gave him judgemental stares, and if Kreios had cared in the first place, he wouldn't still be working in the exact same job. It was a niche not many dared to step in, considering he technically sold death in a bottle, but he enjoyed the life of wondering if his next step would be his last. Never one to stay in a place for long, nor did he have anyone he was particularly attached to, Kreios had little care of what happened everyday.
Satisfied with the man's answer, Kreios simply nodded in agreement, a man of little words. Many times, his cabin boy would tell you his master would sail the whole length of the seas without a word to any save for giving instructions on what to do, and it was for this reason that Captain Garvey enjoyed working on the Azazel so much, as opposed to some other opiniated owner of a ship. For Kreios, he knew very well where his specialty lies, and it definitely was not commanding a ship, so he left that quite well enough alone.
He still had a few days before he set sail, so Kreios intended to show his new manservant the ropes before he left, and he was about to turn on his heels to motion for Thrasius to follow him, when the man posed a question. Kreios looked over his shoulder, considering for a moment before finally giving the answer.
"A few months, at most. I have business to tend to in Greece as well. It would just be a short visit." Short for Kreios anyhow. His record was spending half a year in lands even further then Egypt, but at this juncture, he had many things to see to within the three kingdoms of Egypt that he would not be gone for long. He simply had to ensure he solved his customer squabbles in order to preserve his good name. "Now, if you would come along with me, I will show you how things are done."
Turning on his heels, Kreios started towards his cabin, trusting the man he had just hired to have the good sense to follow him as he melted amongst the crowds of the Plateia to head to his humble abode.
Kreios was judgemental, and he was unabashed about that. In fact, the merchant had little shame in him, neither did he really care what others thought about him. Afterall, as a peddler of poisons, many often gave him judgemental stares, and if Kreios had cared in the first place, he wouldn't still be working in the exact same job. It was a niche not many dared to step in, considering he technically sold death in a bottle, but he enjoyed the life of wondering if his next step would be his last. Never one to stay in a place for long, nor did he have anyone he was particularly attached to, Kreios had little care of what happened everyday.
Satisfied with the man's answer, Kreios simply nodded in agreement, a man of little words. Many times, his cabin boy would tell you his master would sail the whole length of the seas without a word to any save for giving instructions on what to do, and it was for this reason that Captain Garvey enjoyed working on the Azazel so much, as opposed to some other opiniated owner of a ship. For Kreios, he knew very well where his specialty lies, and it definitely was not commanding a ship, so he left that quite well enough alone.
He still had a few days before he set sail, so Kreios intended to show his new manservant the ropes before he left, and he was about to turn on his heels to motion for Thrasius to follow him, when the man posed a question. Kreios looked over his shoulder, considering for a moment before finally giving the answer.
"A few months, at most. I have business to tend to in Greece as well. It would just be a short visit." Short for Kreios anyhow. His record was spending half a year in lands even further then Egypt, but at this juncture, he had many things to see to within the three kingdoms of Egypt that he would not be gone for long. He simply had to ensure he solved his customer squabbles in order to preserve his good name. "Now, if you would come along with me, I will show you how things are done."
Turning on his heels, Kreios started towards his cabin, trusting the man he had just hired to have the good sense to follow him as he melted amongst the crowds of the Plateia to head to his humble abode.
A few months, that was perfect for him. After that, upon the man’s return he would likely move on with his wife, but there would be money in his pocket from this job, and perhaps a valuable contact that would see them over to the shores of Egypt some day when they had seen all Greece could offer them. They were getting close to seeing all the lands in Greece, so once they had finished their travels of Taengea, they would likely be thinking about moving on to other lands. Kreios might be the ideal person for them to procure passage across the waters from.
Thras gave a short whistle and his horse came trotting over from where he had left it, and he took the beasts reins to have it follow him as he followed Kreios. He kept pace with the man despite his leg, though he knew he was likely to pay for it in pain later that night. He could move at a normal pace like this, but it tired him out and the muscles in his leg tended to protest later down the line. But it was something Thras was used to dealing with, and he would deal with it once more. It was necessary to keep up to the man who was going to be paying him.
The other didn’t seem all that talkative, giving him sort of short answers to all of his questions. Unfortunately for the other, Thras was a talkative person, and while he did attempt to keep to himself so as not to bother him, he couldn’t keep quiet forever.
“Will there be other staff tending to your garden or the grounds around it? So I know if there is anyone else and I can stay out of their way.” He asked. His intentions were to move their camp closer to where ever this guy lived, not close enough they were trespassing any where, but closer so that he did not have a far trek to ensure nothing happened to the plants, and close enough he could get there quickly if there was some sort of emergency.
He wasn’t sure how much land this man owned or how large his house was, but he assumed that he would likely have at least one more staff member to tend to things while he was gone, if not several. He supposed he would find out soon. Though to him the man didn’t seem to be the type that would have a large villa and a bunch of staff to tend to him.
“I don’t believe I caught your name.” He said, not recalling the other giving him a name. Perhaps that was on purpose, but even if he was given a fake name, at least Thrasius would be able to call him something. He wasn’t a slave so he wasn’t about to call the other master or anything like that. He thought a first name would be fine, not thinking the other had any titles, or at least he didn’t seem like he would.
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A few months, that was perfect for him. After that, upon the man’s return he would likely move on with his wife, but there would be money in his pocket from this job, and perhaps a valuable contact that would see them over to the shores of Egypt some day when they had seen all Greece could offer them. They were getting close to seeing all the lands in Greece, so once they had finished their travels of Taengea, they would likely be thinking about moving on to other lands. Kreios might be the ideal person for them to procure passage across the waters from.
Thras gave a short whistle and his horse came trotting over from where he had left it, and he took the beasts reins to have it follow him as he followed Kreios. He kept pace with the man despite his leg, though he knew he was likely to pay for it in pain later that night. He could move at a normal pace like this, but it tired him out and the muscles in his leg tended to protest later down the line. But it was something Thras was used to dealing with, and he would deal with it once more. It was necessary to keep up to the man who was going to be paying him.
The other didn’t seem all that talkative, giving him sort of short answers to all of his questions. Unfortunately for the other, Thras was a talkative person, and while he did attempt to keep to himself so as not to bother him, he couldn’t keep quiet forever.
“Will there be other staff tending to your garden or the grounds around it? So I know if there is anyone else and I can stay out of their way.” He asked. His intentions were to move their camp closer to where ever this guy lived, not close enough they were trespassing any where, but closer so that he did not have a far trek to ensure nothing happened to the plants, and close enough he could get there quickly if there was some sort of emergency.
He wasn’t sure how much land this man owned or how large his house was, but he assumed that he would likely have at least one more staff member to tend to things while he was gone, if not several. He supposed he would find out soon. Though to him the man didn’t seem to be the type that would have a large villa and a bunch of staff to tend to him.
“I don’t believe I caught your name.” He said, not recalling the other giving him a name. Perhaps that was on purpose, but even if he was given a fake name, at least Thrasius would be able to call him something. He wasn’t a slave so he wasn’t about to call the other master or anything like that. He thought a first name would be fine, not thinking the other had any titles, or at least he didn’t seem like he would.
A few months, that was perfect for him. After that, upon the man’s return he would likely move on with his wife, but there would be money in his pocket from this job, and perhaps a valuable contact that would see them over to the shores of Egypt some day when they had seen all Greece could offer them. They were getting close to seeing all the lands in Greece, so once they had finished their travels of Taengea, they would likely be thinking about moving on to other lands. Kreios might be the ideal person for them to procure passage across the waters from.
Thras gave a short whistle and his horse came trotting over from where he had left it, and he took the beasts reins to have it follow him as he followed Kreios. He kept pace with the man despite his leg, though he knew he was likely to pay for it in pain later that night. He could move at a normal pace like this, but it tired him out and the muscles in his leg tended to protest later down the line. But it was something Thras was used to dealing with, and he would deal with it once more. It was necessary to keep up to the man who was going to be paying him.
The other didn’t seem all that talkative, giving him sort of short answers to all of his questions. Unfortunately for the other, Thras was a talkative person, and while he did attempt to keep to himself so as not to bother him, he couldn’t keep quiet forever.
“Will there be other staff tending to your garden or the grounds around it? So I know if there is anyone else and I can stay out of their way.” He asked. His intentions were to move their camp closer to where ever this guy lived, not close enough they were trespassing any where, but closer so that he did not have a far trek to ensure nothing happened to the plants, and close enough he could get there quickly if there was some sort of emergency.
He wasn’t sure how much land this man owned or how large his house was, but he assumed that he would likely have at least one more staff member to tend to things while he was gone, if not several. He supposed he would find out soon. Though to him the man didn’t seem to be the type that would have a large villa and a bunch of staff to tend to him.
“I don’t believe I caught your name.” He said, not recalling the other giving him a name. Perhaps that was on purpose, but even if he was given a fake name, at least Thrasius would be able to call him something. He wasn’t a slave so he wasn’t about to call the other master or anything like that. He thought a first name would be fine, not thinking the other had any titles, or at least he didn’t seem like he would.
He had turned slightly when the man following him whistled, but gave no outward reaction when the horse came running, although inwardly Kreios was mildly impressed. Of course, he didn't doubt he could train an equine to do the same, as his own dog easily came when he summoned, but Kreios had never been a big fan of horses. Most of his time was spent on the ship, but when he arrived at a location, he either walked or hitched a ride on a wagon. Horseback riding had never been a thing he enjoyed.
The walk to his household was not long by any means, but it wasn't short either. While Kreios would've been perfectly happy maintaining the silence until he got back home however, his new employee seemed to harbor different ideas, and the man almost made an exasperated sound before he swallowed it. He didn't want to chance his plants dying, and with the lack of supply of slaves, this was his best bet until he had a chance to procure a long term slave.
"No one else. It is a small place, and only you would be around for that time period. My dog would come with me." he murmured in reply, as they approached. In the distance, the small cabin was likely no bigger then a regular room, and that was exactly its purpose, enough to house just one person. Even from a distance, one could see the blooming greenery that was his garden, which positively dwarfed the size of the actual living quarters. The facade of it could use a fresh coat of paint, but otherwise Kreios didn't bother. It did its duty in keeping rain and sun out of his face, and that was all he needed.
As they neared, a sharp bark was enough to slow down Kreios's steps, just enough for his wolfhound to come running to him. "Kreios." he murmured in response, whilst he waited for the arrival of his canine, not even looking at the man behind him. Typhon slowed down to a dignified sniff as a greeting for his master, but it was obvious the tawny colored wolfhound was loyal at least, immediately assuming a stance by Kreios's heels as the merchant resumed his pace again, pushing the small gate to the entrance of his house.
The whole living quarter could be seen in one sweep of a glance the moment anyone entered. The space was large enough to walk from one end to another in twenty paces or less. A bed fitted in a corner, a table to another, and a pantry to the far end, before the remainder of cookware took up a covered area out back of the house. It was the gardens which Kreios led Thrasius too which was bigger, but not by much. Perhaps by an extra ten paces? But Kreios made use of the space well, and it was dense with foliage when he finally turned on his heels. "This is the space you will be caring for. There are many poisonous plants. Do not get yourself killed. You may use whatever you need. Should you need to purchase anything, I will leave a pouch of coin on my dresser before I leave. Your payment will be given half on the day I leave, and the remainder when I return to a good, live garden. Anything else?"
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He had turned slightly when the man following him whistled, but gave no outward reaction when the horse came running, although inwardly Kreios was mildly impressed. Of course, he didn't doubt he could train an equine to do the same, as his own dog easily came when he summoned, but Kreios had never been a big fan of horses. Most of his time was spent on the ship, but when he arrived at a location, he either walked or hitched a ride on a wagon. Horseback riding had never been a thing he enjoyed.
The walk to his household was not long by any means, but it wasn't short either. While Kreios would've been perfectly happy maintaining the silence until he got back home however, his new employee seemed to harbor different ideas, and the man almost made an exasperated sound before he swallowed it. He didn't want to chance his plants dying, and with the lack of supply of slaves, this was his best bet until he had a chance to procure a long term slave.
"No one else. It is a small place, and only you would be around for that time period. My dog would come with me." he murmured in reply, as they approached. In the distance, the small cabin was likely no bigger then a regular room, and that was exactly its purpose, enough to house just one person. Even from a distance, one could see the blooming greenery that was his garden, which positively dwarfed the size of the actual living quarters. The facade of it could use a fresh coat of paint, but otherwise Kreios didn't bother. It did its duty in keeping rain and sun out of his face, and that was all he needed.
As they neared, a sharp bark was enough to slow down Kreios's steps, just enough for his wolfhound to come running to him. "Kreios." he murmured in response, whilst he waited for the arrival of his canine, not even looking at the man behind him. Typhon slowed down to a dignified sniff as a greeting for his master, but it was obvious the tawny colored wolfhound was loyal at least, immediately assuming a stance by Kreios's heels as the merchant resumed his pace again, pushing the small gate to the entrance of his house.
The whole living quarter could be seen in one sweep of a glance the moment anyone entered. The space was large enough to walk from one end to another in twenty paces or less. A bed fitted in a corner, a table to another, and a pantry to the far end, before the remainder of cookware took up a covered area out back of the house. It was the gardens which Kreios led Thrasius too which was bigger, but not by much. Perhaps by an extra ten paces? But Kreios made use of the space well, and it was dense with foliage when he finally turned on his heels. "This is the space you will be caring for. There are many poisonous plants. Do not get yourself killed. You may use whatever you need. Should you need to purchase anything, I will leave a pouch of coin on my dresser before I leave. Your payment will be given half on the day I leave, and the remainder when I return to a good, live garden. Anything else?"
He had turned slightly when the man following him whistled, but gave no outward reaction when the horse came running, although inwardly Kreios was mildly impressed. Of course, he didn't doubt he could train an equine to do the same, as his own dog easily came when he summoned, but Kreios had never been a big fan of horses. Most of his time was spent on the ship, but when he arrived at a location, he either walked or hitched a ride on a wagon. Horseback riding had never been a thing he enjoyed.
The walk to his household was not long by any means, but it wasn't short either. While Kreios would've been perfectly happy maintaining the silence until he got back home however, his new employee seemed to harbor different ideas, and the man almost made an exasperated sound before he swallowed it. He didn't want to chance his plants dying, and with the lack of supply of slaves, this was his best bet until he had a chance to procure a long term slave.
"No one else. It is a small place, and only you would be around for that time period. My dog would come with me." he murmured in reply, as they approached. In the distance, the small cabin was likely no bigger then a regular room, and that was exactly its purpose, enough to house just one person. Even from a distance, one could see the blooming greenery that was his garden, which positively dwarfed the size of the actual living quarters. The facade of it could use a fresh coat of paint, but otherwise Kreios didn't bother. It did its duty in keeping rain and sun out of his face, and that was all he needed.
As they neared, a sharp bark was enough to slow down Kreios's steps, just enough for his wolfhound to come running to him. "Kreios." he murmured in response, whilst he waited for the arrival of his canine, not even looking at the man behind him. Typhon slowed down to a dignified sniff as a greeting for his master, but it was obvious the tawny colored wolfhound was loyal at least, immediately assuming a stance by Kreios's heels as the merchant resumed his pace again, pushing the small gate to the entrance of his house.
The whole living quarter could be seen in one sweep of a glance the moment anyone entered. The space was large enough to walk from one end to another in twenty paces or less. A bed fitted in a corner, a table to another, and a pantry to the far end, before the remainder of cookware took up a covered area out back of the house. It was the gardens which Kreios led Thrasius too which was bigger, but not by much. Perhaps by an extra ten paces? But Kreios made use of the space well, and it was dense with foliage when he finally turned on his heels. "This is the space you will be caring for. There are many poisonous plants. Do not get yourself killed. You may use whatever you need. Should you need to purchase anything, I will leave a pouch of coin on my dresser before I leave. Your payment will be given half on the day I leave, and the remainder when I return to a good, live garden. Anything else?"
Thras nodded a bit when he stated that it would only be him there. He sort of preferred that, he could at least do his thing without having to worry about anyone being in his way, or him being in anyone else’s way. As they approached the house, Thras was a little surprised, he hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. It was nearly the same size as the small portable tent that he and his wife shared for their life on the road. He supposed this man must travel a lot, so it didn’t make sense to have a big house if you were never in it. He could see the logic in it.
Thras listened as the other told him what the plan was, leading him towards the garden. His eyes scanned the expanse, noting the plants that he could recall offhand. He turned his attention back to the man who was offering to hire him, to give him a reply to his statement.
“That sounds more than fair to me.” He agreed, it made sense for him not to pay Thras in full until he returned, as an incentive for him to actually stay and do the job. If he was not an honest man, he could take the full payment upfront and leave once the other had sailed off. Thras was an honest man, and it was not something he would even consider doing, but it was not as if Kreios knew him and knew that he was not the type to run off with his money. It was a fair deal, as Thras had no plans on leaving before the job was completed.
“When do you leave for Egypt?” He asked, knowing it would be important for him to know when to come by. He didn’t want to be in the other man’s way if he was planning on being at the house for a few days, but he also did not want to neglect the plants while he waited for the other man to be gone before showing up. It was better for him to be straight forward and fully informed so he could do his job properly. He would consult his wife on any plants he found there that he did not know fully. She ought to know if he didn’t know what they were. Between the two of them, they knew quite a bit, at least when it came to survival things. Living on the road and off the land meant that it was important to know what could potentially kill them.
“I have confidence that I can provide the proper care for your garden while you are away.” He said, giving the other man a smile.
“Is there anything else that I should know while we are here?” He asked, not thinking there was much else to be said, but asking anyways in case there was.
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Thras nodded a bit when he stated that it would only be him there. He sort of preferred that, he could at least do his thing without having to worry about anyone being in his way, or him being in anyone else’s way. As they approached the house, Thras was a little surprised, he hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. It was nearly the same size as the small portable tent that he and his wife shared for their life on the road. He supposed this man must travel a lot, so it didn’t make sense to have a big house if you were never in it. He could see the logic in it.
Thras listened as the other told him what the plan was, leading him towards the garden. His eyes scanned the expanse, noting the plants that he could recall offhand. He turned his attention back to the man who was offering to hire him, to give him a reply to his statement.
“That sounds more than fair to me.” He agreed, it made sense for him not to pay Thras in full until he returned, as an incentive for him to actually stay and do the job. If he was not an honest man, he could take the full payment upfront and leave once the other had sailed off. Thras was an honest man, and it was not something he would even consider doing, but it was not as if Kreios knew him and knew that he was not the type to run off with his money. It was a fair deal, as Thras had no plans on leaving before the job was completed.
“When do you leave for Egypt?” He asked, knowing it would be important for him to know when to come by. He didn’t want to be in the other man’s way if he was planning on being at the house for a few days, but he also did not want to neglect the plants while he waited for the other man to be gone before showing up. It was better for him to be straight forward and fully informed so he could do his job properly. He would consult his wife on any plants he found there that he did not know fully. She ought to know if he didn’t know what they were. Between the two of them, they knew quite a bit, at least when it came to survival things. Living on the road and off the land meant that it was important to know what could potentially kill them.
“I have confidence that I can provide the proper care for your garden while you are away.” He said, giving the other man a smile.
“Is there anything else that I should know while we are here?” He asked, not thinking there was much else to be said, but asking anyways in case there was.
Thras nodded a bit when he stated that it would only be him there. He sort of preferred that, he could at least do his thing without having to worry about anyone being in his way, or him being in anyone else’s way. As they approached the house, Thras was a little surprised, he hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. It was nearly the same size as the small portable tent that he and his wife shared for their life on the road. He supposed this man must travel a lot, so it didn’t make sense to have a big house if you were never in it. He could see the logic in it.
Thras listened as the other told him what the plan was, leading him towards the garden. His eyes scanned the expanse, noting the plants that he could recall offhand. He turned his attention back to the man who was offering to hire him, to give him a reply to his statement.
“That sounds more than fair to me.” He agreed, it made sense for him not to pay Thras in full until he returned, as an incentive for him to actually stay and do the job. If he was not an honest man, he could take the full payment upfront and leave once the other had sailed off. Thras was an honest man, and it was not something he would even consider doing, but it was not as if Kreios knew him and knew that he was not the type to run off with his money. It was a fair deal, as Thras had no plans on leaving before the job was completed.
“When do you leave for Egypt?” He asked, knowing it would be important for him to know when to come by. He didn’t want to be in the other man’s way if he was planning on being at the house for a few days, but he also did not want to neglect the plants while he waited for the other man to be gone before showing up. It was better for him to be straight forward and fully informed so he could do his job properly. He would consult his wife on any plants he found there that he did not know fully. She ought to know if he didn’t know what they were. Between the two of them, they knew quite a bit, at least when it came to survival things. Living on the road and off the land meant that it was important to know what could potentially kill them.
“I have confidence that I can provide the proper care for your garden while you are away.” He said, giving the other man a smile.
“Is there anything else that I should know while we are here?” He asked, not thinking there was much else to be said, but asking anyways in case there was.
"In a few days." he murmured. The understanding and unspoken offer was that Kreios would still be around for a week at least, to update and advise his new employee should anything crop up, but after that Thrasius was expected to be able to function on his own when Kreios left, and hopefully the merchant would be able to come back to nothing dead in his property. "I will send a messenger boy for you when I properly leave, but you can come by in the next few days to familiarize yourself."
Waving a hand as a command to Typhon to sit as he waited for Thrasius to observe the garden, their surroudnings seemed almost peaceful, if not for the fact that ninety prcent of the plants he grew within the property was deadly. Kreios had used to hire clueless slaves until he realized he had killed one too many of them by accident.Not his fault they didn't know to be careful around his deadly foliage.
"That is all you'll need to know." The man responded curtly, already showing himself to be a man of little words. Over the next few days, Thrasius would likely see that Kreios saw words unnecessary, and was a man who preferred silence over babble. Opting to do instead of speak, and not bothered with filling up silence with mindless chatter or small talk, Kreios had not many friends to speak of, and neither did he wish to make any. Turning to a chest, he took out a bag of coin and tossed it in his new employee's hands. "You may take your leave now. I'll see you on the morrow if you wish."
Without another glance, Kreios waved at the gate that would allow Thrasius to exit from the gardens, before the merchant himself disappeared back into his living quarters, already fulfilling his daily socialziation quota for the day.
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"In a few days." he murmured. The understanding and unspoken offer was that Kreios would still be around for a week at least, to update and advise his new employee should anything crop up, but after that Thrasius was expected to be able to function on his own when Kreios left, and hopefully the merchant would be able to come back to nothing dead in his property. "I will send a messenger boy for you when I properly leave, but you can come by in the next few days to familiarize yourself."
Waving a hand as a command to Typhon to sit as he waited for Thrasius to observe the garden, their surroudnings seemed almost peaceful, if not for the fact that ninety prcent of the plants he grew within the property was deadly. Kreios had used to hire clueless slaves until he realized he had killed one too many of them by accident.Not his fault they didn't know to be careful around his deadly foliage.
"That is all you'll need to know." The man responded curtly, already showing himself to be a man of little words. Over the next few days, Thrasius would likely see that Kreios saw words unnecessary, and was a man who preferred silence over babble. Opting to do instead of speak, and not bothered with filling up silence with mindless chatter or small talk, Kreios had not many friends to speak of, and neither did he wish to make any. Turning to a chest, he took out a bag of coin and tossed it in his new employee's hands. "You may take your leave now. I'll see you on the morrow if you wish."
Without another glance, Kreios waved at the gate that would allow Thrasius to exit from the gardens, before the merchant himself disappeared back into his living quarters, already fulfilling his daily socialziation quota for the day.
"In a few days." he murmured. The understanding and unspoken offer was that Kreios would still be around for a week at least, to update and advise his new employee should anything crop up, but after that Thrasius was expected to be able to function on his own when Kreios left, and hopefully the merchant would be able to come back to nothing dead in his property. "I will send a messenger boy for you when I properly leave, but you can come by in the next few days to familiarize yourself."
Waving a hand as a command to Typhon to sit as he waited for Thrasius to observe the garden, their surroudnings seemed almost peaceful, if not for the fact that ninety prcent of the plants he grew within the property was deadly. Kreios had used to hire clueless slaves until he realized he had killed one too many of them by accident.Not his fault they didn't know to be careful around his deadly foliage.
"That is all you'll need to know." The man responded curtly, already showing himself to be a man of little words. Over the next few days, Thrasius would likely see that Kreios saw words unnecessary, and was a man who preferred silence over babble. Opting to do instead of speak, and not bothered with filling up silence with mindless chatter or small talk, Kreios had not many friends to speak of, and neither did he wish to make any. Turning to a chest, he took out a bag of coin and tossed it in his new employee's hands. "You may take your leave now. I'll see you on the morrow if you wish."
Without another glance, Kreios waved at the gate that would allow Thrasius to exit from the gardens, before the merchant himself disappeared back into his living quarters, already fulfilling his daily socialziation quota for the day.
Thras listened to the few words that the man spoke, taking note of what he needed to. Clearly this man was not going to be another friend for the Athenian, which was alright. He didn’t expect to be good friends with everyone he ever met, though he sure did try to be. Some people just weren’t friendly, and that was something had accepted quite some time ago. The man wasn’t rude, or at least Thrasius didn’t think he was, he just didn’t seem the type to chat.
Which was fine, in the long term of things, the two wouldn’t likely see each other much, since Thras’ work would be done when the other man was gone. So they didn’t need to know each other overly well, even if this man ended up being his contact and way across the seas to Egypt eventually, they wouldn’t need to know each other’s life stories for that to happen. He seemed like a business man, and so Thras assumed that all it would take to procure him and his wife voyage across the seas would be money.
Thras gave him a small bow of respect as the man began to head back to his house, and Thrasius thought to take at least a couple minutes to try and familiarize himself with the garden, so he would be able to research anything that he might not fully know about. He wandered for a moment, taking care not to touch or brush up against anything since he knew that some of them very well could kill him just from contact with them.
After taking these few moments to himself to check things out, he made his way back out to where he had left his horse, carefully mounting the beast and settling himself into his custom saddle, he turned the animal around and headed back towards town. Their camp was on the other side of the town from the other man’s cabin, which they might have to think about moving their camp if the trip seemed too long.
His thoughts were filled with plants, and the ones he needed to look up as he made his way back home to tell his wife of the new job that he had managed to find, and the money that it would bring them in, and had already brought them in. He would stash away a few of the coins before presenting the rest to Lais, as he had been doing to save for their future, and to one day surprise her with their very own farm.
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Thras listened to the few words that the man spoke, taking note of what he needed to. Clearly this man was not going to be another friend for the Athenian, which was alright. He didn’t expect to be good friends with everyone he ever met, though he sure did try to be. Some people just weren’t friendly, and that was something had accepted quite some time ago. The man wasn’t rude, or at least Thrasius didn’t think he was, he just didn’t seem the type to chat.
Which was fine, in the long term of things, the two wouldn’t likely see each other much, since Thras’ work would be done when the other man was gone. So they didn’t need to know each other overly well, even if this man ended up being his contact and way across the seas to Egypt eventually, they wouldn’t need to know each other’s life stories for that to happen. He seemed like a business man, and so Thras assumed that all it would take to procure him and his wife voyage across the seas would be money.
Thras gave him a small bow of respect as the man began to head back to his house, and Thrasius thought to take at least a couple minutes to try and familiarize himself with the garden, so he would be able to research anything that he might not fully know about. He wandered for a moment, taking care not to touch or brush up against anything since he knew that some of them very well could kill him just from contact with them.
After taking these few moments to himself to check things out, he made his way back out to where he had left his horse, carefully mounting the beast and settling himself into his custom saddle, he turned the animal around and headed back towards town. Their camp was on the other side of the town from the other man’s cabin, which they might have to think about moving their camp if the trip seemed too long.
His thoughts were filled with plants, and the ones he needed to look up as he made his way back home to tell his wife of the new job that he had managed to find, and the money that it would bring them in, and had already brought them in. He would stash away a few of the coins before presenting the rest to Lais, as he had been doing to save for their future, and to one day surprise her with their very own farm.
Thras listened to the few words that the man spoke, taking note of what he needed to. Clearly this man was not going to be another friend for the Athenian, which was alright. He didn’t expect to be good friends with everyone he ever met, though he sure did try to be. Some people just weren’t friendly, and that was something had accepted quite some time ago. The man wasn’t rude, or at least Thrasius didn’t think he was, he just didn’t seem the type to chat.
Which was fine, in the long term of things, the two wouldn’t likely see each other much, since Thras’ work would be done when the other man was gone. So they didn’t need to know each other overly well, even if this man ended up being his contact and way across the seas to Egypt eventually, they wouldn’t need to know each other’s life stories for that to happen. He seemed like a business man, and so Thras assumed that all it would take to procure him and his wife voyage across the seas would be money.
Thras gave him a small bow of respect as the man began to head back to his house, and Thrasius thought to take at least a couple minutes to try and familiarize himself with the garden, so he would be able to research anything that he might not fully know about. He wandered for a moment, taking care not to touch or brush up against anything since he knew that some of them very well could kill him just from contact with them.
After taking these few moments to himself to check things out, he made his way back out to where he had left his horse, carefully mounting the beast and settling himself into his custom saddle, he turned the animal around and headed back towards town. Their camp was on the other side of the town from the other man’s cabin, which they might have to think about moving their camp if the trip seemed too long.
His thoughts were filled with plants, and the ones he needed to look up as he made his way back home to tell his wife of the new job that he had managed to find, and the money that it would bring them in, and had already brought them in. He would stash away a few of the coins before presenting the rest to Lais, as he had been doing to save for their future, and to one day surprise her with their very own farm.