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It had become a ritual for him. In every moment of spare time he had, Demetrius walked down the docks from his rooms by the Arcus, watching as the ships came in and went out. Every person that stepped off those boats or was dragged off, he tried to examine the face, check to see if it was the one he had been looking for all of these years. It was his routine now, to get a warm roll from one of the vendors and walk from the Arcus along the docks, slowing through the slave pens to see if anyone from Cimmeria was there.
He'd seen a few familiar faces in his time, but it was never them. Cimmerians they might have been, but no one from his village, no one taken at the same time as him almost fourteen years ago now. The gold he had been saving for years was left with the rest of his stash but he carried enough, just enough to make a down payment to hold someone if he found them. When he'd been unloaded from the slaver's boat, he had been isolated from the others, he hadn't seen if they had been taken out at the same time, or if they had been kept on board. No matter how much he yelled for Olena and his brother, he couldn't hear anyone calling back for him, there had been no one else.
Shaking his head to remove the memories, the fire, the pain, Dima found his usual spot on the sea wall. The foreign gladiator settled himself against the wall to watch, some dockhands who were used to his behavior nodding in greeting before moving on with their tasks. He wasn't the only one, there were others who watched and waited, freed from their slavery or finding time between their errands for their masters to look for friends or family. Any hint of hope or home. Greece was not the paradise the Athenians seemed convinced it to be, not for everyone.
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It had become a ritual for him. In every moment of spare time he had, Demetrius walked down the docks from his rooms by the Arcus, watching as the ships came in and went out. Every person that stepped off those boats or was dragged off, he tried to examine the face, check to see if it was the one he had been looking for all of these years. It was his routine now, to get a warm roll from one of the vendors and walk from the Arcus along the docks, slowing through the slave pens to see if anyone from Cimmeria was there.
He'd seen a few familiar faces in his time, but it was never them. Cimmerians they might have been, but no one from his village, no one taken at the same time as him almost fourteen years ago now. The gold he had been saving for years was left with the rest of his stash but he carried enough, just enough to make a down payment to hold someone if he found them. When he'd been unloaded from the slaver's boat, he had been isolated from the others, he hadn't seen if they had been taken out at the same time, or if they had been kept on board. No matter how much he yelled for Olena and his brother, he couldn't hear anyone calling back for him, there had been no one else.
Shaking his head to remove the memories, the fire, the pain, Dima found his usual spot on the sea wall. The foreign gladiator settled himself against the wall to watch, some dockhands who were used to his behavior nodding in greeting before moving on with their tasks. He wasn't the only one, there were others who watched and waited, freed from their slavery or finding time between their errands for their masters to look for friends or family. Any hint of hope or home. Greece was not the paradise the Athenians seemed convinced it to be, not for everyone.
It had become a ritual for him. In every moment of spare time he had, Demetrius walked down the docks from his rooms by the Arcus, watching as the ships came in and went out. Every person that stepped off those boats or was dragged off, he tried to examine the face, check to see if it was the one he had been looking for all of these years. It was his routine now, to get a warm roll from one of the vendors and walk from the Arcus along the docks, slowing through the slave pens to see if anyone from Cimmeria was there.
He'd seen a few familiar faces in his time, but it was never them. Cimmerians they might have been, but no one from his village, no one taken at the same time as him almost fourteen years ago now. The gold he had been saving for years was left with the rest of his stash but he carried enough, just enough to make a down payment to hold someone if he found them. When he'd been unloaded from the slaver's boat, he had been isolated from the others, he hadn't seen if they had been taken out at the same time, or if they had been kept on board. No matter how much he yelled for Olena and his brother, he couldn't hear anyone calling back for him, there had been no one else.
Shaking his head to remove the memories, the fire, the pain, Dima found his usual spot on the sea wall. The foreign gladiator settled himself against the wall to watch, some dockhands who were used to his behavior nodding in greeting before moving on with their tasks. He wasn't the only one, there were others who watched and waited, freed from their slavery or finding time between their errands for their masters to look for friends or family. Any hint of hope or home. Greece was not the paradise the Athenians seemed convinced it to be, not for everyone.
The journey of the last few days had been tiresome. For three years he had been on his own journeying across half the world buying and selling wares. For three years he had managed to stay afloat by himself. He still wasn't used to it. Seven years, four as an apprentice, three on his own. Seven years he had plied and learned his trade. The busy markets still threw him off some times.
As he stepped off the boat he had hired to charter him to Athenia, he stared across at the docks. The people going about their day peaceably. It took him years to get used to the higher class of status other people had. He had been born of miners, and at a young age he was sure he would die a miner, with any children he had being miners slaving all day in the hot, dusty mines.
He took a deep breath casting his gaze out towards the horizon of the docks of Athenia. While he was born and raised in Colchis, this was the only place he truly felt was home. His eyes darted this way and that, not helping but to notice anyone who seemed to have a moderately high wealth. Stealing for years, and even to keep his business afloat, gave him the habit of searching for good marks immediately.
He had to remind himself mentally, that he would not do anything to jeopardize his home. He had been arrested a few times for thievery in his early years. He refused to let it happen again. He would have one place he could run to and hide out in if such an event happened again.
As he walked along the docks, breathing in the life of Athenia, he noticed one man in particular who struck his curiosity. A man who was just sitting on the sea wall staring out at the sea. He slowly walked over towards the man. He gave his best winning smile towards the man, "Waiting for someone?"
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The journey of the last few days had been tiresome. For three years he had been on his own journeying across half the world buying and selling wares. For three years he had managed to stay afloat by himself. He still wasn't used to it. Seven years, four as an apprentice, three on his own. Seven years he had plied and learned his trade. The busy markets still threw him off some times.
As he stepped off the boat he had hired to charter him to Athenia, he stared across at the docks. The people going about their day peaceably. It took him years to get used to the higher class of status other people had. He had been born of miners, and at a young age he was sure he would die a miner, with any children he had being miners slaving all day in the hot, dusty mines.
He took a deep breath casting his gaze out towards the horizon of the docks of Athenia. While he was born and raised in Colchis, this was the only place he truly felt was home. His eyes darted this way and that, not helping but to notice anyone who seemed to have a moderately high wealth. Stealing for years, and even to keep his business afloat, gave him the habit of searching for good marks immediately.
He had to remind himself mentally, that he would not do anything to jeopardize his home. He had been arrested a few times for thievery in his early years. He refused to let it happen again. He would have one place he could run to and hide out in if such an event happened again.
As he walked along the docks, breathing in the life of Athenia, he noticed one man in particular who struck his curiosity. A man who was just sitting on the sea wall staring out at the sea. He slowly walked over towards the man. He gave his best winning smile towards the man, "Waiting for someone?"
The journey of the last few days had been tiresome. For three years he had been on his own journeying across half the world buying and selling wares. For three years he had managed to stay afloat by himself. He still wasn't used to it. Seven years, four as an apprentice, three on his own. Seven years he had plied and learned his trade. The busy markets still threw him off some times.
As he stepped off the boat he had hired to charter him to Athenia, he stared across at the docks. The people going about their day peaceably. It took him years to get used to the higher class of status other people had. He had been born of miners, and at a young age he was sure he would die a miner, with any children he had being miners slaving all day in the hot, dusty mines.
He took a deep breath casting his gaze out towards the horizon of the docks of Athenia. While he was born and raised in Colchis, this was the only place he truly felt was home. His eyes darted this way and that, not helping but to notice anyone who seemed to have a moderately high wealth. Stealing for years, and even to keep his business afloat, gave him the habit of searching for good marks immediately.
He had to remind himself mentally, that he would not do anything to jeopardize his home. He had been arrested a few times for thievery in his early years. He refused to let it happen again. He would have one place he could run to and hide out in if such an event happened again.
As he walked along the docks, breathing in the life of Athenia, he noticed one man in particular who struck his curiosity. A man who was just sitting on the sea wall staring out at the sea. He slowly walked over towards the man. He gave his best winning smile towards the man, "Waiting for someone?"
