The lands of Greece were familiar, though he hadn’t stepped foot on them in years. The last time he had been here, he had been living a life of spilling the blood of the innocent and stealing from their corpses. The blood and death had been too much for him, and he had split ways with his family. Despite the fact that he had been taught his entire childhood that family was the most important thing, he just couldn’t handle that much death. It has really started to have an effect on his sanity.

But here he was, back in Greece, once again seeking out his family. He had spent the last few years travelling on his own, painting, stealing, drinking. And now he wanted to be back with his family once more. If they were around that is. He hadn’t had news of them since he had left. It’s not as if they would have been able to contact him, none of them knew where he had gone to as far as he knew. He hadn’t even known where he was going to go when he had left. All he had known was that he had to leave, lest he lose what little bit of his mind he had had left.

He had only just landed on the shores of Greece the day before, getting himself settled in at a nearby tavern, in one of the small rooms in the back. Today, he needed to make some quick money. The tavern keeper had given him the night and the drinks for the night on credit, but now he needed money for that, and money for a continued stay. He was starting to get way too sober for his liking. Sober meant the memories could come back.

So he found himself part of the street that seemed busy enough for him to make a bit of money for the night, hopefully enough to pay for his room for awhile, enough wine to keep him nice and drunk but functional, and enough to resupply his paints so he could make some real money.

He was just finishing up one of his classic hoop dances, his muscles moving in a carefully practiced dance, taught to him by performers from lands very far from these ones.

He finished the dance, setting the hoop aside as the crowd cheered and some tossed coins into the clay cup he was using to collect his money for the performances.

“And now, please take a step back, for I will be performing some magics from faraway lands!” He declared, hearing gasping and murmuring from the crowd as they thought he would be doing real magic. It wasn’t actually magic, it was mostly just moving quickly and distraction so the crowd didn’t see what he was really doing.

He moved to take one of the coins from his clay cup, holding it out in his hand to show the crowd, he brought it to his mouth, biting the coin to show everyone it was indeed real. He then quickly distracted them with movement from his hands, slipping the coin between his fingers and snatching it with his other hand. He opened his fingers to reveal the coin gone from his original hand, the crowd gasped lightly again. Impressed, but not enough.

“I need a volunteer!” He called out, looking over the faces in the crowd for someone who seemed dazed and amazed enough that he could do his ‘magic’ close up to them without them noticing what he did.

He spotted a young woman who looked like she had more beauty than brains, and motioned her over. She perked up and giggled, hurrying over to be his volunteer. He made a note to find her after the show, she looked like she could be more use than a volunteer. A few cups of wine and she would like gladly fall into his bed, she looked like she was about ready to already. There were perks to being a handsome man, he knew he had an effect on ladies and gents alike.

He produced the coin out of seemingly mid-air, holding it out for her.

“Can you confirm for me, that this coin is indeed real?” She took it from him, her gaze never leaving his face, and he gave her a small smirk. Oh, they would definitely have some fun later.

“It’s real.” She agreed, handing him back the coin, he took it from her and took a small step back.

“Don’t move.” He told her, he flipped the coin between his fingers a few times, distracting with his left hand, he slipped the coin into the leather bracer that adorned his wrist. He opened both hands to show that the coin was gone before he reached behind her ear, slipping the coin from his bracer, he made it seem like he pulled it out from behind her ear.

The young woman and the crowd were both amazed, clapping and whispering. Perhaps he really was some one mystical from Lands Afar.

He grinned and took a bow as more coins made their way to his tip cup.