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While Kreios had been fully armed and eager to get his dues paid, and wouldn't be at all averse to getting some blood spilled of the newly arrived Colchian militant tried to defend the thieving younger one of his mistakes, it surprised Kreios to see the elder man quite agreeable, and instead turning his daunting stare which had been trained on Kreios, to the young upstart he now held by the scruff of his neck, having changed from holding Silanos by his wrist.
Scowling, he rolled his eyes at the doubt to his memory. "One hundred percent, that is the name he told me. He didn't, however, mention himself to be the baron." The man shook Silanos roughly by the neck, growling at the younger male. How could he try and scalper a merchant of his cash when he was a baron, and how many more merchants had he cheated out of their dues? Kreios was half eager to demand even more payment, just to dish out the coin to every merchant or poor farmer this 'Timaeus' had cheated before.
But he wasn't that hard working.
So instead, the poison merchant merely raised a brow, but let his blade remain, although he did click to indicate for Typhon to come settle by his feet again. The long, sleek hound was quick to do as his master bidded, but the dark searching eyes never left the two Colchian's, even as Kreios sized up the newcomer. "I did not think so, but this youngster is giving all of you a bad name." he muttered under his breathe, finally giving in and removing his blade. The streak of skin he had cut through still showed, crimson blood slowly seeping, but it was of no consequence that he would die from it. Only sting if he took a bath.
However, Kreios's hand remained firmly holding Silanos up by his neck, refusing to let the chance of him running away again until he had his dues, even as he started next to Damocles' steps in following the man to his quarters. "I'm in no mood for fanciful notions, sir. I merely wish for my dues to be returned - and perhaps dues to anyone else he has cheated, if he wishes to tell us." Kreios turned his obsidian gaze to Silanos, as if daring the youngster to lie again.
Rolling his eyes when the other tried to hurry them up, he pushed him further along in their walk, intending to trip him as he scowled. "I do not see you in a rush when I asked for my money returned to me earlier, so we can take as long as we want." While he had been slightly mollified by the elder militant's more apologetic actions and tones, Kreios was still a man of task and duty only, and he did not wish nor come to make friends -he only wanted what was owed to him.
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While Kreios had been fully armed and eager to get his dues paid, and wouldn't be at all averse to getting some blood spilled of the newly arrived Colchian militant tried to defend the thieving younger one of his mistakes, it surprised Kreios to see the elder man quite agreeable, and instead turning his daunting stare which had been trained on Kreios, to the young upstart he now held by the scruff of his neck, having changed from holding Silanos by his wrist.
Scowling, he rolled his eyes at the doubt to his memory. "One hundred percent, that is the name he told me. He didn't, however, mention himself to be the baron." The man shook Silanos roughly by the neck, growling at the younger male. How could he try and scalper a merchant of his cash when he was a baron, and how many more merchants had he cheated out of their dues? Kreios was half eager to demand even more payment, just to dish out the coin to every merchant or poor farmer this 'Timaeus' had cheated before.
But he wasn't that hard working.
So instead, the poison merchant merely raised a brow, but let his blade remain, although he did click to indicate for Typhon to come settle by his feet again. The long, sleek hound was quick to do as his master bidded, but the dark searching eyes never left the two Colchian's, even as Kreios sized up the newcomer. "I did not think so, but this youngster is giving all of you a bad name." he muttered under his breathe, finally giving in and removing his blade. The streak of skin he had cut through still showed, crimson blood slowly seeping, but it was of no consequence that he would die from it. Only sting if he took a bath.
However, Kreios's hand remained firmly holding Silanos up by his neck, refusing to let the chance of him running away again until he had his dues, even as he started next to Damocles' steps in following the man to his quarters. "I'm in no mood for fanciful notions, sir. I merely wish for my dues to be returned - and perhaps dues to anyone else he has cheated, if he wishes to tell us." Kreios turned his obsidian gaze to Silanos, as if daring the youngster to lie again.
Rolling his eyes when the other tried to hurry them up, he pushed him further along in their walk, intending to trip him as he scowled. "I do not see you in a rush when I asked for my money returned to me earlier, so we can take as long as we want." While he had been slightly mollified by the elder militant's more apologetic actions and tones, Kreios was still a man of task and duty only, and he did not wish nor come to make friends -he only wanted what was owed to him.
While Kreios had been fully armed and eager to get his dues paid, and wouldn't be at all averse to getting some blood spilled of the newly arrived Colchian militant tried to defend the thieving younger one of his mistakes, it surprised Kreios to see the elder man quite agreeable, and instead turning his daunting stare which had been trained on Kreios, to the young upstart he now held by the scruff of his neck, having changed from holding Silanos by his wrist.
Scowling, he rolled his eyes at the doubt to his memory. "One hundred percent, that is the name he told me. He didn't, however, mention himself to be the baron." The man shook Silanos roughly by the neck, growling at the younger male. How could he try and scalper a merchant of his cash when he was a baron, and how many more merchants had he cheated out of their dues? Kreios was half eager to demand even more payment, just to dish out the coin to every merchant or poor farmer this 'Timaeus' had cheated before.
But he wasn't that hard working.
So instead, the poison merchant merely raised a brow, but let his blade remain, although he did click to indicate for Typhon to come settle by his feet again. The long, sleek hound was quick to do as his master bidded, but the dark searching eyes never left the two Colchian's, even as Kreios sized up the newcomer. "I did not think so, but this youngster is giving all of you a bad name." he muttered under his breathe, finally giving in and removing his blade. The streak of skin he had cut through still showed, crimson blood slowly seeping, but it was of no consequence that he would die from it. Only sting if he took a bath.
However, Kreios's hand remained firmly holding Silanos up by his neck, refusing to let the chance of him running away again until he had his dues, even as he started next to Damocles' steps in following the man to his quarters. "I'm in no mood for fanciful notions, sir. I merely wish for my dues to be returned - and perhaps dues to anyone else he has cheated, if he wishes to tell us." Kreios turned his obsidian gaze to Silanos, as if daring the youngster to lie again.
Rolling his eyes when the other tried to hurry them up, he pushed him further along in their walk, intending to trip him as he scowled. "I do not see you in a rush when I asked for my money returned to me earlier, so we can take as long as we want." While he had been slightly mollified by the elder militant's more apologetic actions and tones, Kreios was still a man of task and duty only, and he did not wish nor come to make friends -he only wanted what was owed to him.
It seemed the saying was true. Fortune did favor the bold.
Perhaps, it was the brow-beaten pup's own recognition of his own deceptions and novice manipulations, the discovery of the sort which were so stereotypically antithetical to the proud, stoic, straight-talking image of the general Colchian male, that caused Silanos to address him by slight and insult, rather than through his proper name. It was of little consequence to be sure, and for the most part, he would have jumped at the opportunity to correct the other and make him say his name as it was meant to be. But alas, he neither cared nor was particularly interested in the musings of a poorly-crafted liar. Instead, he kept his features hardened and rough, never budging an inch of his icy exterior so as to allow a whiff of hesitation or self-doubt. No, he kept his confidence and particular sense of control, deciding to focus on the bigger-picture for the time being and not the words of a boy that was to play a very big part in his own foreseeable machinations.
"Yes, well, I fear this noble in particular seems to have a penchant for poor-decision making, my good friend." addressed Damocles with a vague smile and a charmed air of confidence that stood in direct contrast to the haggard expression that ran across the Eubocrian's face. "If I may speak freely, I worry that you might not be an isolated incident. Truly, it is a mark of depravity whenever a nobleman robs a mere, humble merchant of his justly-deserved coin. Tell me, do you believe it to be the case that our good friend Timaeus here has defaulted on his payments to other hard-work folk, like yourself? If so, I will provide you with additional recompense so that you might distribute to those whom you believe have been robbed." Damocles further enthralled, caring little for the money he would offer up, but much for the opportunities that could open up in this most profitable of discoveries.
Meanwhile, as he waited for the merchant's reply, the Captain of the Damned invoked all the intimidation and chilling apathy he could possibly channel and gave the nobleborn a stare that could have made Thanatos himself suffer death by frigid coldness. He would not have his words at this moment, nor was he going to allow the boy to talk his way out of this situation at all. This was a mess of his own making, and Damocles was relishing every single glorious minute of it. Yet, he had to put the other in his place, and so he scowled at the Eubocrian and allowed his pressurized gravitas to weigh heavily upon him. He all but dared the wounded pup to speak up, silently issuing a death sentence to him if he but made one wrong move at this late hour.
"Well, Baron Timaeus, what is the truth? Have you failed to pay back money owed to other merchants before?" crushingly interrogated the militant, half-sure that he already knew the answer to this line of questioning. "It would be in your best interest to be honest at this hour. I will not allow our Colchian integrity to be made a mockery in Taengea, am I clear?" He unequivocally kept declaring, keeping his voice low and quiet, but nevertheless, frighteningly daunting. It was the same tone he used whenever he was disciplining another soldier, channelling nothing but stilled fear, as if the militant himself was going to take up his own sword and stab Silanos himself right there on the spot.
“My good man, I guarantee you that you and yours shall be given your due in full today. That being said, I wish to come to the bottom of this. As you may be aware, we Colchians are an industrious, honorable people, and when our nobility is put into question, it is our way to uncover the truth and make sure matters are solved in the fairest way possible.” Reassured the Colchian as he silently enjoyed the sight of Silanos being roughed-upped by the merchant’s iron-clad grip on his form.
“May I ask what was it exactly that Baron Timaeus had purchased from you? Regardless of what this item in question may be, I merely wish to know what this transaction was about. I am a meticulous man and I rather keep track of everything.” Asked the silver-eyed militant, curious as to what exactly had invoked the wrath of a businessman. It was probably some ridiculously gaudy thing that had no real use aside fashion or whatever nonsense secondborn sons spent their money on. “Oh, and for the record, would you mind offering a written account of your endeavors? It will only take a moment, I promise. Alas, I have friends in the Royal Treasury in Colchis and I am sure they would be delighted to know of the financial history of one of my kingdom’s barons. As you may be aware, theft is the greatest of all crimes in our Grecian realms after all.”
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It seemed the saying was true. Fortune did favor the bold.
Perhaps, it was the brow-beaten pup's own recognition of his own deceptions and novice manipulations, the discovery of the sort which were so stereotypically antithetical to the proud, stoic, straight-talking image of the general Colchian male, that caused Silanos to address him by slight and insult, rather than through his proper name. It was of little consequence to be sure, and for the most part, he would have jumped at the opportunity to correct the other and make him say his name as it was meant to be. But alas, he neither cared nor was particularly interested in the musings of a poorly-crafted liar. Instead, he kept his features hardened and rough, never budging an inch of his icy exterior so as to allow a whiff of hesitation or self-doubt. No, he kept his confidence and particular sense of control, deciding to focus on the bigger-picture for the time being and not the words of a boy that was to play a very big part in his own foreseeable machinations.
"Yes, well, I fear this noble in particular seems to have a penchant for poor-decision making, my good friend." addressed Damocles with a vague smile and a charmed air of confidence that stood in direct contrast to the haggard expression that ran across the Eubocrian's face. "If I may speak freely, I worry that you might not be an isolated incident. Truly, it is a mark of depravity whenever a nobleman robs a mere, humble merchant of his justly-deserved coin. Tell me, do you believe it to be the case that our good friend Timaeus here has defaulted on his payments to other hard-work folk, like yourself? If so, I will provide you with additional recompense so that you might distribute to those whom you believe have been robbed." Damocles further enthralled, caring little for the money he would offer up, but much for the opportunities that could open up in this most profitable of discoveries.
Meanwhile, as he waited for the merchant's reply, the Captain of the Damned invoked all the intimidation and chilling apathy he could possibly channel and gave the nobleborn a stare that could have made Thanatos himself suffer death by frigid coldness. He would not have his words at this moment, nor was he going to allow the boy to talk his way out of this situation at all. This was a mess of his own making, and Damocles was relishing every single glorious minute of it. Yet, he had to put the other in his place, and so he scowled at the Eubocrian and allowed his pressurized gravitas to weigh heavily upon him. He all but dared the wounded pup to speak up, silently issuing a death sentence to him if he but made one wrong move at this late hour.
"Well, Baron Timaeus, what is the truth? Have you failed to pay back money owed to other merchants before?" crushingly interrogated the militant, half-sure that he already knew the answer to this line of questioning. "It would be in your best interest to be honest at this hour. I will not allow our Colchian integrity to be made a mockery in Taengea, am I clear?" He unequivocally kept declaring, keeping his voice low and quiet, but nevertheless, frighteningly daunting. It was the same tone he used whenever he was disciplining another soldier, channelling nothing but stilled fear, as if the militant himself was going to take up his own sword and stab Silanos himself right there on the spot.
“My good man, I guarantee you that you and yours shall be given your due in full today. That being said, I wish to come to the bottom of this. As you may be aware, we Colchians are an industrious, honorable people, and when our nobility is put into question, it is our way to uncover the truth and make sure matters are solved in the fairest way possible.” Reassured the Colchian as he silently enjoyed the sight of Silanos being roughed-upped by the merchant’s iron-clad grip on his form.
“May I ask what was it exactly that Baron Timaeus had purchased from you? Regardless of what this item in question may be, I merely wish to know what this transaction was about. I am a meticulous man and I rather keep track of everything.” Asked the silver-eyed militant, curious as to what exactly had invoked the wrath of a businessman. It was probably some ridiculously gaudy thing that had no real use aside fashion or whatever nonsense secondborn sons spent their money on. “Oh, and for the record, would you mind offering a written account of your endeavors? It will only take a moment, I promise. Alas, I have friends in the Royal Treasury in Colchis and I am sure they would be delighted to know of the financial history of one of my kingdom’s barons. As you may be aware, theft is the greatest of all crimes in our Grecian realms after all.”
It seemed the saying was true. Fortune did favor the bold.
Perhaps, it was the brow-beaten pup's own recognition of his own deceptions and novice manipulations, the discovery of the sort which were so stereotypically antithetical to the proud, stoic, straight-talking image of the general Colchian male, that caused Silanos to address him by slight and insult, rather than through his proper name. It was of little consequence to be sure, and for the most part, he would have jumped at the opportunity to correct the other and make him say his name as it was meant to be. But alas, he neither cared nor was particularly interested in the musings of a poorly-crafted liar. Instead, he kept his features hardened and rough, never budging an inch of his icy exterior so as to allow a whiff of hesitation or self-doubt. No, he kept his confidence and particular sense of control, deciding to focus on the bigger-picture for the time being and not the words of a boy that was to play a very big part in his own foreseeable machinations.
"Yes, well, I fear this noble in particular seems to have a penchant for poor-decision making, my good friend." addressed Damocles with a vague smile and a charmed air of confidence that stood in direct contrast to the haggard expression that ran across the Eubocrian's face. "If I may speak freely, I worry that you might not be an isolated incident. Truly, it is a mark of depravity whenever a nobleman robs a mere, humble merchant of his justly-deserved coin. Tell me, do you believe it to be the case that our good friend Timaeus here has defaulted on his payments to other hard-work folk, like yourself? If so, I will provide you with additional recompense so that you might distribute to those whom you believe have been robbed." Damocles further enthralled, caring little for the money he would offer up, but much for the opportunities that could open up in this most profitable of discoveries.
Meanwhile, as he waited for the merchant's reply, the Captain of the Damned invoked all the intimidation and chilling apathy he could possibly channel and gave the nobleborn a stare that could have made Thanatos himself suffer death by frigid coldness. He would not have his words at this moment, nor was he going to allow the boy to talk his way out of this situation at all. This was a mess of his own making, and Damocles was relishing every single glorious minute of it. Yet, he had to put the other in his place, and so he scowled at the Eubocrian and allowed his pressurized gravitas to weigh heavily upon him. He all but dared the wounded pup to speak up, silently issuing a death sentence to him if he but made one wrong move at this late hour.
"Well, Baron Timaeus, what is the truth? Have you failed to pay back money owed to other merchants before?" crushingly interrogated the militant, half-sure that he already knew the answer to this line of questioning. "It would be in your best interest to be honest at this hour. I will not allow our Colchian integrity to be made a mockery in Taengea, am I clear?" He unequivocally kept declaring, keeping his voice low and quiet, but nevertheless, frighteningly daunting. It was the same tone he used whenever he was disciplining another soldier, channelling nothing but stilled fear, as if the militant himself was going to take up his own sword and stab Silanos himself right there on the spot.
“My good man, I guarantee you that you and yours shall be given your due in full today. That being said, I wish to come to the bottom of this. As you may be aware, we Colchians are an industrious, honorable people, and when our nobility is put into question, it is our way to uncover the truth and make sure matters are solved in the fairest way possible.” Reassured the Colchian as he silently enjoyed the sight of Silanos being roughed-upped by the merchant’s iron-clad grip on his form.
“May I ask what was it exactly that Baron Timaeus had purchased from you? Regardless of what this item in question may be, I merely wish to know what this transaction was about. I am a meticulous man and I rather keep track of everything.” Asked the silver-eyed militant, curious as to what exactly had invoked the wrath of a businessman. It was probably some ridiculously gaudy thing that had no real use aside fashion or whatever nonsense secondborn sons spent their money on. “Oh, and for the record, would you mind offering a written account of your endeavors? It will only take a moment, I promise. Alas, I have friends in the Royal Treasury in Colchis and I am sure they would be delighted to know of the financial history of one of my kingdom’s barons. As you may be aware, theft is the greatest of all crimes in our Grecian realms after all.”
Well, he hadn’t said he was a baron. That was some fucking relief, Sil thought, gritting his teeth as the merchant yanked him about his collar. Maybe this was salvageable. Only as the conversation that he was mostly not part of progressed around him, his Colchian saviour was beginning to seem a little less saviour-like and more like an additional complication.
“Just hang on a minute..” he protested, at the notion that somehow a little matter of forgetting to pay one person mutated into him owing half of fucking Taengea. But the look he received in return had him huff out an annoyed breath and let the soldier pose his question. When he did, the younger man was silent a moment and then gave a half shrug. “ It was months ago. I don’t remember every godsdamned thing I spent when I was here, ok.”
It was truthful, if perhaps not his most carefully crafted response to get himself out of a sticky situation. But Silanos was beginning to feel like the odds were stacked against him in this particular scenario as he was jostled ahead of the merchant, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. He righted himself only to shoot a dark look at the Colchian captain as he made a point to use the name he knew full well to be false. He felt a little bit sick when the man went on, and it became clear to Silanos that the man intended to use this encounter to his own ends.
Crown Treasury? Crimes? What? This misunderstanding could all be sorted without any need for such dramatics he was sure. He needed to regain some control of this situation. He was the nobleman here, who had just been assaulted non the less if he could just steer things back on track.
“A...written account...for what?” he asked, finally yanking himself free from the grip Kreios had on him and jerking his chiton, so it settled back into place where it had bunched at his neck. “Captain, if you can just furnish this..” he glanced at Kreios “..good man with his coin, then I assure you I’ll see you reimbursed and we can all get on with our days.”
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Well, he hadn’t said he was a baron. That was some fucking relief, Sil thought, gritting his teeth as the merchant yanked him about his collar. Maybe this was salvageable. Only as the conversation that he was mostly not part of progressed around him, his Colchian saviour was beginning to seem a little less saviour-like and more like an additional complication.
“Just hang on a minute..” he protested, at the notion that somehow a little matter of forgetting to pay one person mutated into him owing half of fucking Taengea. But the look he received in return had him huff out an annoyed breath and let the soldier pose his question. When he did, the younger man was silent a moment and then gave a half shrug. “ It was months ago. I don’t remember every godsdamned thing I spent when I was here, ok.”
It was truthful, if perhaps not his most carefully crafted response to get himself out of a sticky situation. But Silanos was beginning to feel like the odds were stacked against him in this particular scenario as he was jostled ahead of the merchant, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. He righted himself only to shoot a dark look at the Colchian captain as he made a point to use the name he knew full well to be false. He felt a little bit sick when the man went on, and it became clear to Silanos that the man intended to use this encounter to his own ends.
Crown Treasury? Crimes? What? This misunderstanding could all be sorted without any need for such dramatics he was sure. He needed to regain some control of this situation. He was the nobleman here, who had just been assaulted non the less if he could just steer things back on track.
“A...written account...for what?” he asked, finally yanking himself free from the grip Kreios had on him and jerking his chiton, so it settled back into place where it had bunched at his neck. “Captain, if you can just furnish this..” he glanced at Kreios “..good man with his coin, then I assure you I’ll see you reimbursed and we can all get on with our days.”
Well, he hadn’t said he was a baron. That was some fucking relief, Sil thought, gritting his teeth as the merchant yanked him about his collar. Maybe this was salvageable. Only as the conversation that he was mostly not part of progressed around him, his Colchian saviour was beginning to seem a little less saviour-like and more like an additional complication.
“Just hang on a minute..” he protested, at the notion that somehow a little matter of forgetting to pay one person mutated into him owing half of fucking Taengea. But the look he received in return had him huff out an annoyed breath and let the soldier pose his question. When he did, the younger man was silent a moment and then gave a half shrug. “ It was months ago. I don’t remember every godsdamned thing I spent when I was here, ok.”
It was truthful, if perhaps not his most carefully crafted response to get himself out of a sticky situation. But Silanos was beginning to feel like the odds were stacked against him in this particular scenario as he was jostled ahead of the merchant, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. He righted himself only to shoot a dark look at the Colchian captain as he made a point to use the name he knew full well to be false. He felt a little bit sick when the man went on, and it became clear to Silanos that the man intended to use this encounter to his own ends.
Crown Treasury? Crimes? What? This misunderstanding could all be sorted without any need for such dramatics he was sure. He needed to regain some control of this situation. He was the nobleman here, who had just been assaulted non the less if he could just steer things back on track.
“A...written account...for what?” he asked, finally yanking himself free from the grip Kreios had on him and jerking his chiton, so it settled back into place where it had bunched at his neck. “Captain, if you can just furnish this..” he glanced at Kreios “..good man with his coin, then I assure you I’ll see you reimbursed and we can all get on with our days.”
Despite him initially having a good first impression of the elder militant, the more sweet words were showered over him however, the more the small but perpetual flame of irritance in the merchant's heart grew. A man of truth and with not much time nor patience to be sweet talked or bribed, Kreios always preferred straightforward words instead of trying to find a nice way to tell someone something. That trait of his had gotten him more foe then friend of course, but Kreios always said he wasn't around to make friends.
"Whether or not he has wronged other's is of no bother to me, so long as I get my dues." he replied, not at all eager to play the avenging angel to anyone else this depraved noble may have cheated of. If Kreios were to start doing that, he may as well start an orphanage. No, the merchant only wanted to fill his coffers. He had no time to play on someone else's sudden need for justice, nor for the snivelling young noble's questionable character.
"What was purchased is something of no importance to you, good sir. What matters is my money returned to me." Again, he saw no need to bring in any royal matters, nobles or otherwise. How hard is it going to take for him to get his money back? Rolling his eyes, Kreios glared when the younger noble yanked his grip away, but once the dark-haired merchant ensured the young upstart wasn't going to start running away, he settled with ensuring the child stayed where he was, and levelled a waiting gaze on the elder militant which held growing irritation.
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Despite him initially having a good first impression of the elder militant, the more sweet words were showered over him however, the more the small but perpetual flame of irritance in the merchant's heart grew. A man of truth and with not much time nor patience to be sweet talked or bribed, Kreios always preferred straightforward words instead of trying to find a nice way to tell someone something. That trait of his had gotten him more foe then friend of course, but Kreios always said he wasn't around to make friends.
"Whether or not he has wronged other's is of no bother to me, so long as I get my dues." he replied, not at all eager to play the avenging angel to anyone else this depraved noble may have cheated of. If Kreios were to start doing that, he may as well start an orphanage. No, the merchant only wanted to fill his coffers. He had no time to play on someone else's sudden need for justice, nor for the snivelling young noble's questionable character.
"What was purchased is something of no importance to you, good sir. What matters is my money returned to me." Again, he saw no need to bring in any royal matters, nobles or otherwise. How hard is it going to take for him to get his money back? Rolling his eyes, Kreios glared when the younger noble yanked his grip away, but once the dark-haired merchant ensured the young upstart wasn't going to start running away, he settled with ensuring the child stayed where he was, and levelled a waiting gaze on the elder militant which held growing irritation.
Despite him initially having a good first impression of the elder militant, the more sweet words were showered over him however, the more the small but perpetual flame of irritance in the merchant's heart grew. A man of truth and with not much time nor patience to be sweet talked or bribed, Kreios always preferred straightforward words instead of trying to find a nice way to tell someone something. That trait of his had gotten him more foe then friend of course, but Kreios always said he wasn't around to make friends.
"Whether or not he has wronged other's is of no bother to me, so long as I get my dues." he replied, not at all eager to play the avenging angel to anyone else this depraved noble may have cheated of. If Kreios were to start doing that, he may as well start an orphanage. No, the merchant only wanted to fill his coffers. He had no time to play on someone else's sudden need for justice, nor for the snivelling young noble's questionable character.
"What was purchased is something of no importance to you, good sir. What matters is my money returned to me." Again, he saw no need to bring in any royal matters, nobles or otherwise. How hard is it going to take for him to get his money back? Rolling his eyes, Kreios glared when the younger noble yanked his grip away, but once the dark-haired merchant ensured the young upstart wasn't going to start running away, he settled with ensuring the child stayed where he was, and levelled a waiting gaze on the elder militant which held growing irritation.
His face may have fashioned into a relaxed, easy smile, but Damocles was all but the affable figure he attempted to portray. The elder militant knew that he had made the catch of the day with this little entanglement. Maybe he had been more pleased with himself than he wished to admit, but that was neither here nor there. He was a perceptive man after all, and even though his cunning could make great use of this little, superficially minor incident, he would have to elaborate that by himself and those select few he would regale and counsel with. Arrogant and predatory as he was, Damocles still picked-upped on the merchant’s mood and realized that perhaps it would indeed be best to see this all be put to an end already and not involve the man any further. If he pressed too much, this entire endeavor might very much fail him after all, and if there was one thing that he hated, it was an opportunity spent.
“Ah, I see. Well we can just move forward with the matter at hand and focus on recompense.” said the armor-clad soldier as he dusted everything off with a cordial smile and shrugged his shoulders with apparent relief in his oiled words. “Shall we say about fifteen drachmas?” Said Damocles as if the offer of coin promised right now had been an insignificant amount, when in reality it could very much mean a sum greater than what most commoners made in a the span of several months. “That should suffice, aye?” he repositioned, knowing that only a fool would deny to what some would call a tiny fortune. His silver eyes shone with delight and amusement, hiding the selfish intentions that Damocles had continued to machinate at that moment.
The Captain of the Damned had never really been driven by the acquisition and expansion of wealth. He considered money to be secondary to power, and a far less enduring currency than authority and control. Yet, he was no fool, and understood that it certainly did make some aspects of the world go round. As much as some would love to claim that the Greeks were not above greed, Damocles had long-learned that this was merely a great fallacy that men often told themselves to make themselves feel better about themselves. He did not care for money, but that had not stopped him from amassing his own private vault of coins throughout his tenure as both a lieutenant and a captain in what amounted to be one of Colchis’s most profitable provinces. Of course, he never flaunted his wealth, and made very precise use of it, preferring to hide it from glaring eyes that might care to look into his affairs too much. Fifteen drachmas was a significant amount, he knew, but in the grand scheme of things, it had not been for nothing.
“Oh, Lord Valaoritis, fret not. I am in no hurry for my repayment. I am quite happy to help right this wrong. When the time is right however I trust you will square your debt to me in full.” Laughed the pleased militant with a slight smile as he stared at the smaller man with his eyes, giving him an unsettling glare that was meant to intimidate, rather than comfort. “Though, next time you run into financial problems, my good lord, I advise you to not default on your repayments…”Further added the insidious man as he patted Silanos, a gesture that at face value seemed friendly, but hid the ruthless plans that Damocles was preparing for the Valaoritis boy and his older brother. “After all, if life has taught me everything it is that we always will get our due…”Sinisterly finished the man as he broke contact with the younger man and grabbed a small pouch of loose coins that he threw of the man, a convenient thing that he had kept for personal tabulations.
“I trust you’ll find the sum of our negotiation there.” Said Damocles as he retuned his attention to the merchant and gave him his payment freely and without much apparent care. A part of him still wished to make a signed note of the entire thing, but he would make do with what information he had gathered today. There was more than one way he could skin that cat after all, and for as much as he wanted deny it, he did have more pressing matters to focus on than the newest brewing mess of the Valaoritis family. “Now, if that is all, I do have more important affairs to worry about and nighttime is fast-approaching.”
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His face may have fashioned into a relaxed, easy smile, but Damocles was all but the affable figure he attempted to portray. The elder militant knew that he had made the catch of the day with this little entanglement. Maybe he had been more pleased with himself than he wished to admit, but that was neither here nor there. He was a perceptive man after all, and even though his cunning could make great use of this little, superficially minor incident, he would have to elaborate that by himself and those select few he would regale and counsel with. Arrogant and predatory as he was, Damocles still picked-upped on the merchant’s mood and realized that perhaps it would indeed be best to see this all be put to an end already and not involve the man any further. If he pressed too much, this entire endeavor might very much fail him after all, and if there was one thing that he hated, it was an opportunity spent.
“Ah, I see. Well we can just move forward with the matter at hand and focus on recompense.” said the armor-clad soldier as he dusted everything off with a cordial smile and shrugged his shoulders with apparent relief in his oiled words. “Shall we say about fifteen drachmas?” Said Damocles as if the offer of coin promised right now had been an insignificant amount, when in reality it could very much mean a sum greater than what most commoners made in a the span of several months. “That should suffice, aye?” he repositioned, knowing that only a fool would deny to what some would call a tiny fortune. His silver eyes shone with delight and amusement, hiding the selfish intentions that Damocles had continued to machinate at that moment.
The Captain of the Damned had never really been driven by the acquisition and expansion of wealth. He considered money to be secondary to power, and a far less enduring currency than authority and control. Yet, he was no fool, and understood that it certainly did make some aspects of the world go round. As much as some would love to claim that the Greeks were not above greed, Damocles had long-learned that this was merely a great fallacy that men often told themselves to make themselves feel better about themselves. He did not care for money, but that had not stopped him from amassing his own private vault of coins throughout his tenure as both a lieutenant and a captain in what amounted to be one of Colchis’s most profitable provinces. Of course, he never flaunted his wealth, and made very precise use of it, preferring to hide it from glaring eyes that might care to look into his affairs too much. Fifteen drachmas was a significant amount, he knew, but in the grand scheme of things, it had not been for nothing.
“Oh, Lord Valaoritis, fret not. I am in no hurry for my repayment. I am quite happy to help right this wrong. When the time is right however I trust you will square your debt to me in full.” Laughed the pleased militant with a slight smile as he stared at the smaller man with his eyes, giving him an unsettling glare that was meant to intimidate, rather than comfort. “Though, next time you run into financial problems, my good lord, I advise you to not default on your repayments…”Further added the insidious man as he patted Silanos, a gesture that at face value seemed friendly, but hid the ruthless plans that Damocles was preparing for the Valaoritis boy and his older brother. “After all, if life has taught me everything it is that we always will get our due…”Sinisterly finished the man as he broke contact with the younger man and grabbed a small pouch of loose coins that he threw of the man, a convenient thing that he had kept for personal tabulations.
“I trust you’ll find the sum of our negotiation there.” Said Damocles as he retuned his attention to the merchant and gave him his payment freely and without much apparent care. A part of him still wished to make a signed note of the entire thing, but he would make do with what information he had gathered today. There was more than one way he could skin that cat after all, and for as much as he wanted deny it, he did have more pressing matters to focus on than the newest brewing mess of the Valaoritis family. “Now, if that is all, I do have more important affairs to worry about and nighttime is fast-approaching.”
His face may have fashioned into a relaxed, easy smile, but Damocles was all but the affable figure he attempted to portray. The elder militant knew that he had made the catch of the day with this little entanglement. Maybe he had been more pleased with himself than he wished to admit, but that was neither here nor there. He was a perceptive man after all, and even though his cunning could make great use of this little, superficially minor incident, he would have to elaborate that by himself and those select few he would regale and counsel with. Arrogant and predatory as he was, Damocles still picked-upped on the merchant’s mood and realized that perhaps it would indeed be best to see this all be put to an end already and not involve the man any further. If he pressed too much, this entire endeavor might very much fail him after all, and if there was one thing that he hated, it was an opportunity spent.
“Ah, I see. Well we can just move forward with the matter at hand and focus on recompense.” said the armor-clad soldier as he dusted everything off with a cordial smile and shrugged his shoulders with apparent relief in his oiled words. “Shall we say about fifteen drachmas?” Said Damocles as if the offer of coin promised right now had been an insignificant amount, when in reality it could very much mean a sum greater than what most commoners made in a the span of several months. “That should suffice, aye?” he repositioned, knowing that only a fool would deny to what some would call a tiny fortune. His silver eyes shone with delight and amusement, hiding the selfish intentions that Damocles had continued to machinate at that moment.
The Captain of the Damned had never really been driven by the acquisition and expansion of wealth. He considered money to be secondary to power, and a far less enduring currency than authority and control. Yet, he was no fool, and understood that it certainly did make some aspects of the world go round. As much as some would love to claim that the Greeks were not above greed, Damocles had long-learned that this was merely a great fallacy that men often told themselves to make themselves feel better about themselves. He did not care for money, but that had not stopped him from amassing his own private vault of coins throughout his tenure as both a lieutenant and a captain in what amounted to be one of Colchis’s most profitable provinces. Of course, he never flaunted his wealth, and made very precise use of it, preferring to hide it from glaring eyes that might care to look into his affairs too much. Fifteen drachmas was a significant amount, he knew, but in the grand scheme of things, it had not been for nothing.
“Oh, Lord Valaoritis, fret not. I am in no hurry for my repayment. I am quite happy to help right this wrong. When the time is right however I trust you will square your debt to me in full.” Laughed the pleased militant with a slight smile as he stared at the smaller man with his eyes, giving him an unsettling glare that was meant to intimidate, rather than comfort. “Though, next time you run into financial problems, my good lord, I advise you to not default on your repayments…”Further added the insidious man as he patted Silanos, a gesture that at face value seemed friendly, but hid the ruthless plans that Damocles was preparing for the Valaoritis boy and his older brother. “After all, if life has taught me everything it is that we always will get our due…”Sinisterly finished the man as he broke contact with the younger man and grabbed a small pouch of loose coins that he threw of the man, a convenient thing that he had kept for personal tabulations.
“I trust you’ll find the sum of our negotiation there.” Said Damocles as he retuned his attention to the merchant and gave him his payment freely and without much apparent care. A part of him still wished to make a signed note of the entire thing, but he would make do with what information he had gathered today. There was more than one way he could skin that cat after all, and for as much as he wanted deny it, he did have more pressing matters to focus on than the newest brewing mess of the Valaoritis family. “Now, if that is all, I do have more important affairs to worry about and nighttime is fast-approaching.”
This was a very confusing situation, Sil decided, as he glanced between merchant and soldier and back again. At first, he had thought the Colchian, his saviour, and to some degree, the man had been that, but the Valaoritis lord was none to keen on the way Damocles seemed intent on egging Kreios on to embellish his wrongdoings. Like this didn’t have disaster written all over it already. And the poison merchant who’d carved up his arm actually went up in Silanos’ estimation when he refused to play along with the Colchian soldier. He might be crazy and have a pup of Cerberus as a pet, but at least he was showing a shred of reason in all this. He just wanted his money and to be done with it, and Sil couldn’t work out why Damo didn’t just end this if he had the means to.
Fifteen drachmae was..a little more than he was expecting in all honesty, and Sil felt his mouth dry at the prospect of having to ask for a sub of that amount. Fuck’s sake. His expression must have matched his grim thoughts because next thing he knew Damocles was offering some oily kind of consolation that, funnily enough, didn’t make Sil feel any better at all.
“I didn’t run into financial problems. He ran into me..or his dog did” Silanos managed, trying to find some of his usual flippancy now the immediate threat of death or dismemberment seemed to have passed. “ And don’t worry. I’ll get you your coin.”
He eyed the presumptuous hand the soldier settled on his shoulder but supposed he could not afford to be rude about it and shrug it off as he wanted to. Still, Sil looked to the Captain with a slightly narrowed gaze as he made some comment about people getting what they were owed noting and not liking the implied warning or threat or whatever the fuck it was supposed to be. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Worse than the bad feeling had already been. Really shitty feeling about it.
His attention returned briefly to the merchant and Silanos jerked his chin toward the pouch of coins the man now held. “ Are we done?” He wanted out of the situation now, needed to regroup and figure out what in Hades he was going to do to try and right it. And[/i[ his arm stung like a bitch.
“Good,” Sil said, backing off a couple of paces and glancing at the soldier. “Captain Damocles, I thank you for your assistance and will see you reimbursed shortly..” A couple more paces and Silanos turned on his heel and stalked off toward the warships, intent on getting his wrist bound up and then having a stiff drink.
Only fuck, he realised dimly as he walked away, wasn’t allowed one of those either. It didn’t improve his mood.
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This was a very confusing situation, Sil decided, as he glanced between merchant and soldier and back again. At first, he had thought the Colchian, his saviour, and to some degree, the man had been that, but the Valaoritis lord was none to keen on the way Damocles seemed intent on egging Kreios on to embellish his wrongdoings. Like this didn’t have disaster written all over it already. And the poison merchant who’d carved up his arm actually went up in Silanos’ estimation when he refused to play along with the Colchian soldier. He might be crazy and have a pup of Cerberus as a pet, but at least he was showing a shred of reason in all this. He just wanted his money and to be done with it, and Sil couldn’t work out why Damo didn’t just end this if he had the means to.
Fifteen drachmae was..a little more than he was expecting in all honesty, and Sil felt his mouth dry at the prospect of having to ask for a sub of that amount. Fuck’s sake. His expression must have matched his grim thoughts because next thing he knew Damocles was offering some oily kind of consolation that, funnily enough, didn’t make Sil feel any better at all.
“I didn’t run into financial problems. He ran into me..or his dog did” Silanos managed, trying to find some of his usual flippancy now the immediate threat of death or dismemberment seemed to have passed. “ And don’t worry. I’ll get you your coin.”
He eyed the presumptuous hand the soldier settled on his shoulder but supposed he could not afford to be rude about it and shrug it off as he wanted to. Still, Sil looked to the Captain with a slightly narrowed gaze as he made some comment about people getting what they were owed noting and not liking the implied warning or threat or whatever the fuck it was supposed to be. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Worse than the bad feeling had already been. Really shitty feeling about it.
His attention returned briefly to the merchant and Silanos jerked his chin toward the pouch of coins the man now held. “ Are we done?” He wanted out of the situation now, needed to regroup and figure out what in Hades he was going to do to try and right it. And[/i[ his arm stung like a bitch.
“Good,” Sil said, backing off a couple of paces and glancing at the soldier. “Captain Damocles, I thank you for your assistance and will see you reimbursed shortly..” A couple more paces and Silanos turned on his heel and stalked off toward the warships, intent on getting his wrist bound up and then having a stiff drink.
Only fuck, he realised dimly as he walked away, wasn’t allowed one of those either. It didn’t improve his mood.
This was a very confusing situation, Sil decided, as he glanced between merchant and soldier and back again. At first, he had thought the Colchian, his saviour, and to some degree, the man had been that, but the Valaoritis lord was none to keen on the way Damocles seemed intent on egging Kreios on to embellish his wrongdoings. Like this didn’t have disaster written all over it already. And the poison merchant who’d carved up his arm actually went up in Silanos’ estimation when he refused to play along with the Colchian soldier. He might be crazy and have a pup of Cerberus as a pet, but at least he was showing a shred of reason in all this. He just wanted his money and to be done with it, and Sil couldn’t work out why Damo didn’t just end this if he had the means to.
Fifteen drachmae was..a little more than he was expecting in all honesty, and Sil felt his mouth dry at the prospect of having to ask for a sub of that amount. Fuck’s sake. His expression must have matched his grim thoughts because next thing he knew Damocles was offering some oily kind of consolation that, funnily enough, didn’t make Sil feel any better at all.
“I didn’t run into financial problems. He ran into me..or his dog did” Silanos managed, trying to find some of his usual flippancy now the immediate threat of death or dismemberment seemed to have passed. “ And don’t worry. I’ll get you your coin.”
He eyed the presumptuous hand the soldier settled on his shoulder but supposed he could not afford to be rude about it and shrug it off as he wanted to. Still, Sil looked to the Captain with a slightly narrowed gaze as he made some comment about people getting what they were owed noting and not liking the implied warning or threat or whatever the fuck it was supposed to be. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Worse than the bad feeling had already been. Really shitty feeling about it.
His attention returned briefly to the merchant and Silanos jerked his chin toward the pouch of coins the man now held. “ Are we done?” He wanted out of the situation now, needed to regroup and figure out what in Hades he was going to do to try and right it. And[/i[ his arm stung like a bitch.
“Good,” Sil said, backing off a couple of paces and glancing at the soldier. “Captain Damocles, I thank you for your assistance and will see you reimbursed shortly..” A couple more paces and Silanos turned on his heel and stalked off toward the warships, intent on getting his wrist bound up and then having a stiff drink.
Only fuck, he realised dimly as he walked away, wasn’t allowed one of those either. It didn’t improve his mood.