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After a week or so in Taengea, Kreios felt it more then high time to leave. Upon the conclusion of his business with Fotios of Leventi, the male had proceeded to spend the week in his cottage after visiting with the merchants in the city. Having taken a few trips to the outskirts in search of his harder to find herbs and plants, Kreios had also decided to scope out a land on which he could build a bigger residence now - he had the cash, after all. This was something the merchant had intended to do a long time ago ever since his business took a lucrative turn, but never got around to till this trip time.
He wanted something with a large plot of land, to fulfill his dreams of a forest of all sorts of plants thriving inside. But that required time and planning - so Kreios was in no rush.
A week however, meant that now, the merchant needed to start his travels again. Merchants and clients alike would be waiting for him - his first stop was to be in Athenia, where he had received a missive from a few moons ago, but was just now fulfilling the request of the letter. Upon the conclusion of that, Kreios intended to sail beyond the Grecian waters - he occasionally did that, to seek for more exotic and useful plants. At least once a year, Kreios would return with a new concoction - it was why he was so well sought after in the realm, after all.
But he had received another missive the other day, one that required more of his services. Kreios himself had slated the sender of missive to meet at the Azazel, so that midday Vasiliadon sun would see Kreios strolling down the gangplank of his behemoth ship, a black beauty like no other. He commissioned it built specially for his needs, even if he does not captain it.
The docks were of moderate activity. Its busiest times were in the morning when ships came in, or at night when rowdy sailors sough refuge in the taverns dotting the sides of the docks in Vasiliadon. Kreios kept well away from them - he was an antisocial breed, and enjoyed his solitude. His slippered feet made no sound as he arrived at the docks, and there, the male leaned against his ship, is black shirt falling just below the waistband of his black pants... all in all proving a very casual figure, should one not know of the wares he dabbled in.
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After a week or so in Taengea, Kreios felt it more then high time to leave. Upon the conclusion of his business with Fotios of Leventi, the male had proceeded to spend the week in his cottage after visiting with the merchants in the city. Having taken a few trips to the outskirts in search of his harder to find herbs and plants, Kreios had also decided to scope out a land on which he could build a bigger residence now - he had the cash, after all. This was something the merchant had intended to do a long time ago ever since his business took a lucrative turn, but never got around to till this trip time.
He wanted something with a large plot of land, to fulfill his dreams of a forest of all sorts of plants thriving inside. But that required time and planning - so Kreios was in no rush.
A week however, meant that now, the merchant needed to start his travels again. Merchants and clients alike would be waiting for him - his first stop was to be in Athenia, where he had received a missive from a few moons ago, but was just now fulfilling the request of the letter. Upon the conclusion of that, Kreios intended to sail beyond the Grecian waters - he occasionally did that, to seek for more exotic and useful plants. At least once a year, Kreios would return with a new concoction - it was why he was so well sought after in the realm, after all.
But he had received another missive the other day, one that required more of his services. Kreios himself had slated the sender of missive to meet at the Azazel, so that midday Vasiliadon sun would see Kreios strolling down the gangplank of his behemoth ship, a black beauty like no other. He commissioned it built specially for his needs, even if he does not captain it.
The docks were of moderate activity. Its busiest times were in the morning when ships came in, or at night when rowdy sailors sough refuge in the taverns dotting the sides of the docks in Vasiliadon. Kreios kept well away from them - he was an antisocial breed, and enjoyed his solitude. His slippered feet made no sound as he arrived at the docks, and there, the male leaned against his ship, is black shirt falling just below the waistband of his black pants... all in all proving a very casual figure, should one not know of the wares he dabbled in.
After a week or so in Taengea, Kreios felt it more then high time to leave. Upon the conclusion of his business with Fotios of Leventi, the male had proceeded to spend the week in his cottage after visiting with the merchants in the city. Having taken a few trips to the outskirts in search of his harder to find herbs and plants, Kreios had also decided to scope out a land on which he could build a bigger residence now - he had the cash, after all. This was something the merchant had intended to do a long time ago ever since his business took a lucrative turn, but never got around to till this trip time.
He wanted something with a large plot of land, to fulfill his dreams of a forest of all sorts of plants thriving inside. But that required time and planning - so Kreios was in no rush.
A week however, meant that now, the merchant needed to start his travels again. Merchants and clients alike would be waiting for him - his first stop was to be in Athenia, where he had received a missive from a few moons ago, but was just now fulfilling the request of the letter. Upon the conclusion of that, Kreios intended to sail beyond the Grecian waters - he occasionally did that, to seek for more exotic and useful plants. At least once a year, Kreios would return with a new concoction - it was why he was so well sought after in the realm, after all.
But he had received another missive the other day, one that required more of his services. Kreios himself had slated the sender of missive to meet at the Azazel, so that midday Vasiliadon sun would see Kreios strolling down the gangplank of his behemoth ship, a black beauty like no other. He commissioned it built specially for his needs, even if he does not captain it.
The docks were of moderate activity. Its busiest times were in the morning when ships came in, or at night when rowdy sailors sough refuge in the taverns dotting the sides of the docks in Vasiliadon. Kreios kept well away from them - he was an antisocial breed, and enjoyed his solitude. His slippered feet made no sound as he arrived at the docks, and there, the male leaned against his ship, is black shirt falling just below the waistband of his black pants... all in all proving a very casual figure, should one not know of the wares he dabbled in.
The festival and all the changes in Taengea were more excitement than she could handle. However, with the quick response of the man she desperately needed help from - she had to stay a little longer. Aikaterine sent a message back to Meganea so that Cretheus and the rest of the family would not have to worry. Lies and more lies scripted across the page as her best friend and only confidant in the world allowed her to stay in their home, along with her son who had been along for the journey. Her friend was the one who had suggested to contact Kreios, so it was no surprise that she was more than happy to open her home so that she would be able to get what she needed. It was just the light at the end of the tunnel that Aikaterine was yearning for.
A year of threats and over a decade of pain thrust upon her whenever her husband had left town for business. It was one reason that Cretheus hadn't the slightest clue how to go sell horses, he had never once helped. Instead, reveling in sending his brother away for a few days. Now it was Aikaterine experiencing all that the big city had to offer. It was much different than home.
Much different indeed as she walked down to where the letter had instructed her to be and at the time dictated. Kat received detailed directions from her friend and off she went, alone, to the location she needed to be. Among all those that busied themselves from here to there and those leaving and come into the docks, it was like a hive and she was not a bee. It would have been obvious to pick out the one who looked as lost as ever and perhaps even a little scared. If Cretheus ever found out what she was up to, well she hated to even think of the consequences for her and her children.
She swallowed hard as she moved passed one and then another as she looked to the ships. People named their ships like she named her horses. Such a strange concept to name an inanimate object. Wood bound together couldn't possibly care if it had a name, could it? She had never sailed anywhere, so she was clueless on the subject. Instead, she reached out a hand and spoke almost in a whisper. She wasn't the best at social interaction. It was something she had never had to do. "Excuse me... I apologize. Uh, I am looking for the.." She peaked down at the note carefully. "The Azazel?" The man pointed and shook his head. He didn't care her business, but the ship certainly looked distinct.
Aikaterine paced herself. She was slower, nearly turning around and forgetting the whole thing. Just like her apprehensions when she had been writing the letter. Her hand tightened against the letter, she creased it here and there as her nervousness was transferred to the paper. Her teeth caught the inside of her lip as she approached the man leaning on the ship. "Sir, is this by chance the Azazel?" She gestured to the ship, hoping to find the answer and more so hoping that this was the man she needed to find and she wouldn't have to awkwardly approach anyone else.
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The festival and all the changes in Taengea were more excitement than she could handle. However, with the quick response of the man she desperately needed help from - she had to stay a little longer. Aikaterine sent a message back to Meganea so that Cretheus and the rest of the family would not have to worry. Lies and more lies scripted across the page as her best friend and only confidant in the world allowed her to stay in their home, along with her son who had been along for the journey. Her friend was the one who had suggested to contact Kreios, so it was no surprise that she was more than happy to open her home so that she would be able to get what she needed. It was just the light at the end of the tunnel that Aikaterine was yearning for.
A year of threats and over a decade of pain thrust upon her whenever her husband had left town for business. It was one reason that Cretheus hadn't the slightest clue how to go sell horses, he had never once helped. Instead, reveling in sending his brother away for a few days. Now it was Aikaterine experiencing all that the big city had to offer. It was much different than home.
Much different indeed as she walked down to where the letter had instructed her to be and at the time dictated. Kat received detailed directions from her friend and off she went, alone, to the location she needed to be. Among all those that busied themselves from here to there and those leaving and come into the docks, it was like a hive and she was not a bee. It would have been obvious to pick out the one who looked as lost as ever and perhaps even a little scared. If Cretheus ever found out what she was up to, well she hated to even think of the consequences for her and her children.
She swallowed hard as she moved passed one and then another as she looked to the ships. People named their ships like she named her horses. Such a strange concept to name an inanimate object. Wood bound together couldn't possibly care if it had a name, could it? She had never sailed anywhere, so she was clueless on the subject. Instead, she reached out a hand and spoke almost in a whisper. She wasn't the best at social interaction. It was something she had never had to do. "Excuse me... I apologize. Uh, I am looking for the.." She peaked down at the note carefully. "The Azazel?" The man pointed and shook his head. He didn't care her business, but the ship certainly looked distinct.
Aikaterine paced herself. She was slower, nearly turning around and forgetting the whole thing. Just like her apprehensions when she had been writing the letter. Her hand tightened against the letter, she creased it here and there as her nervousness was transferred to the paper. Her teeth caught the inside of her lip as she approached the man leaning on the ship. "Sir, is this by chance the Azazel?" She gestured to the ship, hoping to find the answer and more so hoping that this was the man she needed to find and she wouldn't have to awkwardly approach anyone else.
The festival and all the changes in Taengea were more excitement than she could handle. However, with the quick response of the man she desperately needed help from - she had to stay a little longer. Aikaterine sent a message back to Meganea so that Cretheus and the rest of the family would not have to worry. Lies and more lies scripted across the page as her best friend and only confidant in the world allowed her to stay in their home, along with her son who had been along for the journey. Her friend was the one who had suggested to contact Kreios, so it was no surprise that she was more than happy to open her home so that she would be able to get what she needed. It was just the light at the end of the tunnel that Aikaterine was yearning for.
A year of threats and over a decade of pain thrust upon her whenever her husband had left town for business. It was one reason that Cretheus hadn't the slightest clue how to go sell horses, he had never once helped. Instead, reveling in sending his brother away for a few days. Now it was Aikaterine experiencing all that the big city had to offer. It was much different than home.
Much different indeed as she walked down to where the letter had instructed her to be and at the time dictated. Kat received detailed directions from her friend and off she went, alone, to the location she needed to be. Among all those that busied themselves from here to there and those leaving and come into the docks, it was like a hive and she was not a bee. It would have been obvious to pick out the one who looked as lost as ever and perhaps even a little scared. If Cretheus ever found out what she was up to, well she hated to even think of the consequences for her and her children.
She swallowed hard as she moved passed one and then another as she looked to the ships. People named their ships like she named her horses. Such a strange concept to name an inanimate object. Wood bound together couldn't possibly care if it had a name, could it? She had never sailed anywhere, so she was clueless on the subject. Instead, she reached out a hand and spoke almost in a whisper. She wasn't the best at social interaction. It was something she had never had to do. "Excuse me... I apologize. Uh, I am looking for the.." She peaked down at the note carefully. "The Azazel?" The man pointed and shook his head. He didn't care her business, but the ship certainly looked distinct.
Aikaterine paced herself. She was slower, nearly turning around and forgetting the whole thing. Just like her apprehensions when she had been writing the letter. Her hand tightened against the letter, she creased it here and there as her nervousness was transferred to the paper. Her teeth caught the inside of her lip as she approached the man leaning on the ship. "Sir, is this by chance the Azazel?" She gestured to the ship, hoping to find the answer and more so hoping that this was the man she needed to find and she wouldn't have to awkwardly approach anyone else.
Kreios was a businessman through and through, and he was not one to mince his words, nor sweeten his mannerism. While others cajoled and got others to buy his wares, the dark haired merchant had achieved and got to where he was today through pure hard work and innovation. Never following what was dictated by law and rules as best as he could, he struck out on a path of his own, seeking out the newest forms of concoctions and intricate ways in which various herbs and plants could be mixed together to create new products.
He never stopped, workaholic that he was.
So as he stood, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze was hooded and watchful as he awaited for the one person who would appear as if they were seeking for someone on the docks. The scent of fish and salt hung heavy in the air, not one which disturbed a man so used to the sea. So he watched, and .... ah, there she was. A creature who seemed lost in a hive, out of place as it were. There was his newest client for the day.
But he never moved. Instead, Kreios contented himself with simply watching. His eyes trailed her pathway across the dock, knowing without asking that she was quite lost when it came to pinpointing his ship - couldn't be that hard. It was the only one painted a looming black on the whole dockside of Vasiliadon. His was a striking image of a sea vessel, just as what he intended.
By the time she finally arrived, he had gleaned enough information for him to know she simply was a regular client - not someone Kreios would bother himself with further if not for the promise of gold and riches, his only vice in this world of vices. Her question seemed nervous, and Kreios doubted his demeanour did anything to ease her nerves... not that he bothered, really.
Giving her a curt nod, the male straightened up from his casually leaning position. "Mistress Aphaea, what do you seek for today?" the merchant asked, going straight to the point without beating around the bush.
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Kreios was a businessman through and through, and he was not one to mince his words, nor sweeten his mannerism. While others cajoled and got others to buy his wares, the dark haired merchant had achieved and got to where he was today through pure hard work and innovation. Never following what was dictated by law and rules as best as he could, he struck out on a path of his own, seeking out the newest forms of concoctions and intricate ways in which various herbs and plants could be mixed together to create new products.
He never stopped, workaholic that he was.
So as he stood, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze was hooded and watchful as he awaited for the one person who would appear as if they were seeking for someone on the docks. The scent of fish and salt hung heavy in the air, not one which disturbed a man so used to the sea. So he watched, and .... ah, there she was. A creature who seemed lost in a hive, out of place as it were. There was his newest client for the day.
But he never moved. Instead, Kreios contented himself with simply watching. His eyes trailed her pathway across the dock, knowing without asking that she was quite lost when it came to pinpointing his ship - couldn't be that hard. It was the only one painted a looming black on the whole dockside of Vasiliadon. His was a striking image of a sea vessel, just as what he intended.
By the time she finally arrived, he had gleaned enough information for him to know she simply was a regular client - not someone Kreios would bother himself with further if not for the promise of gold and riches, his only vice in this world of vices. Her question seemed nervous, and Kreios doubted his demeanour did anything to ease her nerves... not that he bothered, really.
Giving her a curt nod, the male straightened up from his casually leaning position. "Mistress Aphaea, what do you seek for today?" the merchant asked, going straight to the point without beating around the bush.
Kreios was a businessman through and through, and he was not one to mince his words, nor sweeten his mannerism. While others cajoled and got others to buy his wares, the dark haired merchant had achieved and got to where he was today through pure hard work and innovation. Never following what was dictated by law and rules as best as he could, he struck out on a path of his own, seeking out the newest forms of concoctions and intricate ways in which various herbs and plants could be mixed together to create new products.
He never stopped, workaholic that he was.
So as he stood, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze was hooded and watchful as he awaited for the one person who would appear as if they were seeking for someone on the docks. The scent of fish and salt hung heavy in the air, not one which disturbed a man so used to the sea. So he watched, and .... ah, there she was. A creature who seemed lost in a hive, out of place as it were. There was his newest client for the day.
But he never moved. Instead, Kreios contented himself with simply watching. His eyes trailed her pathway across the dock, knowing without asking that she was quite lost when it came to pinpointing his ship - couldn't be that hard. It was the only one painted a looming black on the whole dockside of Vasiliadon. His was a striking image of a sea vessel, just as what he intended.
By the time she finally arrived, he had gleaned enough information for him to know she simply was a regular client - not someone Kreios would bother himself with further if not for the promise of gold and riches, his only vice in this world of vices. Her question seemed nervous, and Kreios doubted his demeanour did anything to ease her nerves... not that he bothered, really.
Giving her a curt nod, the male straightened up from his casually leaning position. "Mistress Aphaea, what do you seek for today?" the merchant asked, going straight to the point without beating around the bush.
All the black. The ship, the clothes, the everything was cloaked in darkness. Aikaterine couldn't help but overthink as to what kind of person she had contacted. She was going to scold her friend harshly. Though, what was it that she was expecting when she was soliciting for a poison to attempt at her brother-in-law's life before he did the same in return to her one and only son. She was confident it was going to happen. She had suspicions for months, but lately, he had been bolder.
There was a bite to the air that she couldn't quite place. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to awful odors. She worked in the stables for most of her life. And that could stink. But, fish was different. It had a habit of attacking tastebuds, even through the simple gasp of a breath. Each and every time she parted her lips to speak was a hardship because of the atmosphere and the man before her was downright terrifying. She could have disappeared on the ship right behind him and been gone forever.
This was a bad idea.
For a fleeting moment, Aikaterine had forgotten about the alias. The name that was to protect her safety if the letters had been recovered somehow. So that this man wouldn't be able to name her if there was an investigation. If he was as good as his reputation preceded him, there wouldn't be any reason to look into it further. However, she was a worrier. She worried about every aspect. A rushed nod before she spoke quietly. "Uh, oh yes. Of course. Lord Kreios, I am looking for help. I have a problem with my husband's brother." She swallowed hard. She hated even giving space in her head for the man who had made her life a living hell. The man who openly said if he were single, he would be entitled to her since his brother had died. That was the way it was. She refused to agree to it and thankfully his wife hadn't passed on, the stubborn girl had better stay alive.
"I need something discreet. And possibly fast? I apologize. I am terribly out of my realm here." She shook her head and took a step back. The reality of the situation was now upon her. She was actually speaking of killing a man. KILLING! She choked back a breath and put a hand cupped to her lips. "Really, I'm sorry. This is not like me." The second thoughts flooding through her mind, rushing and blinding all that she knew. What was she doing? Her friend was the strong one. This was all her plan. She should have been doing all of it. Suddenly, Aikaterine felt all too helpless. Her eyes soon glossy as the pain holds itself there. She wanted to be rid of him, but could she...
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All the black. The ship, the clothes, the everything was cloaked in darkness. Aikaterine couldn't help but overthink as to what kind of person she had contacted. She was going to scold her friend harshly. Though, what was it that she was expecting when she was soliciting for a poison to attempt at her brother-in-law's life before he did the same in return to her one and only son. She was confident it was going to happen. She had suspicions for months, but lately, he had been bolder.
There was a bite to the air that she couldn't quite place. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to awful odors. She worked in the stables for most of her life. And that could stink. But, fish was different. It had a habit of attacking tastebuds, even through the simple gasp of a breath. Each and every time she parted her lips to speak was a hardship because of the atmosphere and the man before her was downright terrifying. She could have disappeared on the ship right behind him and been gone forever.
This was a bad idea.
For a fleeting moment, Aikaterine had forgotten about the alias. The name that was to protect her safety if the letters had been recovered somehow. So that this man wouldn't be able to name her if there was an investigation. If he was as good as his reputation preceded him, there wouldn't be any reason to look into it further. However, she was a worrier. She worried about every aspect. A rushed nod before she spoke quietly. "Uh, oh yes. Of course. Lord Kreios, I am looking for help. I have a problem with my husband's brother." She swallowed hard. She hated even giving space in her head for the man who had made her life a living hell. The man who openly said if he were single, he would be entitled to her since his brother had died. That was the way it was. She refused to agree to it and thankfully his wife hadn't passed on, the stubborn girl had better stay alive.
"I need something discreet. And possibly fast? I apologize. I am terribly out of my realm here." She shook her head and took a step back. The reality of the situation was now upon her. She was actually speaking of killing a man. KILLING! She choked back a breath and put a hand cupped to her lips. "Really, I'm sorry. This is not like me." The second thoughts flooding through her mind, rushing and blinding all that she knew. What was she doing? Her friend was the strong one. This was all her plan. She should have been doing all of it. Suddenly, Aikaterine felt all too helpless. Her eyes soon glossy as the pain holds itself there. She wanted to be rid of him, but could she...
All the black. The ship, the clothes, the everything was cloaked in darkness. Aikaterine couldn't help but overthink as to what kind of person she had contacted. She was going to scold her friend harshly. Though, what was it that she was expecting when she was soliciting for a poison to attempt at her brother-in-law's life before he did the same in return to her one and only son. She was confident it was going to happen. She had suspicions for months, but lately, he had been bolder.
There was a bite to the air that she couldn't quite place. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to awful odors. She worked in the stables for most of her life. And that could stink. But, fish was different. It had a habit of attacking tastebuds, even through the simple gasp of a breath. Each and every time she parted her lips to speak was a hardship because of the atmosphere and the man before her was downright terrifying. She could have disappeared on the ship right behind him and been gone forever.
This was a bad idea.
For a fleeting moment, Aikaterine had forgotten about the alias. The name that was to protect her safety if the letters had been recovered somehow. So that this man wouldn't be able to name her if there was an investigation. If he was as good as his reputation preceded him, there wouldn't be any reason to look into it further. However, she was a worrier. She worried about every aspect. A rushed nod before she spoke quietly. "Uh, oh yes. Of course. Lord Kreios, I am looking for help. I have a problem with my husband's brother." She swallowed hard. She hated even giving space in her head for the man who had made her life a living hell. The man who openly said if he were single, he would be entitled to her since his brother had died. That was the way it was. She refused to agree to it and thankfully his wife hadn't passed on, the stubborn girl had better stay alive.
"I need something discreet. And possibly fast? I apologize. I am terribly out of my realm here." She shook her head and took a step back. The reality of the situation was now upon her. She was actually speaking of killing a man. KILLING! She choked back a breath and put a hand cupped to her lips. "Really, I'm sorry. This is not like me." The second thoughts flooding through her mind, rushing and blinding all that she knew. What was she doing? Her friend was the strong one. This was all her plan. She should have been doing all of it. Suddenly, Aikaterine felt all too helpless. Her eyes soon glossy as the pain holds itself there. She wanted to be rid of him, but could she...
Her usage of the word 'Lord' in regards to him had Kreios waving a hand, disregarding such names of nobility. He was one who had no use nor admiration for those of the upper class. To Kreios, everyone was of equal value king or commoner alike. It was one's actions and values that determined one's position in life, and he abhorred it when someone would use their right of birth to try and gain favors.
"A problem, you say?" the merchant echoed, his brows raising as his mind wondered just what exactly the nature of the problem could be, for someone to come to his call of business. "And could your husband not handle this... problem, for you? Tis his brother you speak of, afterall."
With a cock of his fingers, he made his way up the gangplank, where Kreios motioned for Descat to open up his work quarters. One of the two largest rooms on board, the room Kreios Aikaterine to enter was of a low ceiling, but was lined ceiling to wall with small windows which were locked firmly to prevent things from being tossed around should they hit stormy weather. Each locked door was labelled with an ingredient, and as the woman spoke, he chuckled.
"No need to apologize. There is many who come to me like you. That is why I am available. To advise." he murmured, motioning for the lady to stay as he closed the door to the quarters. There, Kreios began to study the ingredients he had, asking as he considered his decisions. "Do you have access to his food? Or would it be accidentally consumed? How do you wish for him to partake it, and does he have any ongoing ailments as of now?" The whole time he spoke, the dark haired merchant did not even look at the lady in his clientele. Instead, his long, slender fingers opened this door and that in his list of ingredients, picking out one or two vials from here and there to place on the table right in the center of the room.
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Her usage of the word 'Lord' in regards to him had Kreios waving a hand, disregarding such names of nobility. He was one who had no use nor admiration for those of the upper class. To Kreios, everyone was of equal value king or commoner alike. It was one's actions and values that determined one's position in life, and he abhorred it when someone would use their right of birth to try and gain favors.
"A problem, you say?" the merchant echoed, his brows raising as his mind wondered just what exactly the nature of the problem could be, for someone to come to his call of business. "And could your husband not handle this... problem, for you? Tis his brother you speak of, afterall."
With a cock of his fingers, he made his way up the gangplank, where Kreios motioned for Descat to open up his work quarters. One of the two largest rooms on board, the room Kreios Aikaterine to enter was of a low ceiling, but was lined ceiling to wall with small windows which were locked firmly to prevent things from being tossed around should they hit stormy weather. Each locked door was labelled with an ingredient, and as the woman spoke, he chuckled.
"No need to apologize. There is many who come to me like you. That is why I am available. To advise." he murmured, motioning for the lady to stay as he closed the door to the quarters. There, Kreios began to study the ingredients he had, asking as he considered his decisions. "Do you have access to his food? Or would it be accidentally consumed? How do you wish for him to partake it, and does he have any ongoing ailments as of now?" The whole time he spoke, the dark haired merchant did not even look at the lady in his clientele. Instead, his long, slender fingers opened this door and that in his list of ingredients, picking out one or two vials from here and there to place on the table right in the center of the room.
Her usage of the word 'Lord' in regards to him had Kreios waving a hand, disregarding such names of nobility. He was one who had no use nor admiration for those of the upper class. To Kreios, everyone was of equal value king or commoner alike. It was one's actions and values that determined one's position in life, and he abhorred it when someone would use their right of birth to try and gain favors.
"A problem, you say?" the merchant echoed, his brows raising as his mind wondered just what exactly the nature of the problem could be, for someone to come to his call of business. "And could your husband not handle this... problem, for you? Tis his brother you speak of, afterall."
With a cock of his fingers, he made his way up the gangplank, where Kreios motioned for Descat to open up his work quarters. One of the two largest rooms on board, the room Kreios Aikaterine to enter was of a low ceiling, but was lined ceiling to wall with small windows which were locked firmly to prevent things from being tossed around should they hit stormy weather. Each locked door was labelled with an ingredient, and as the woman spoke, he chuckled.
"No need to apologize. There is many who come to me like you. That is why I am available. To advise." he murmured, motioning for the lady to stay as he closed the door to the quarters. There, Kreios began to study the ingredients he had, asking as he considered his decisions. "Do you have access to his food? Or would it be accidentally consumed? How do you wish for him to partake it, and does he have any ongoing ailments as of now?" The whole time he spoke, the dark haired merchant did not even look at the lady in his clientele. Instead, his long, slender fingers opened this door and that in his list of ingredients, picking out one or two vials from here and there to place on the table right in the center of the room.
She nodded. Aikaterine had always been an observant and obedient girl. If he didn't want her to mention titles, well then they wouldn't exist between the two of them. That was an easy bargain to do considering he was keeping her treachery a secret. Her own wave away was given as she shook her head lightly accompanied by a frown. "No, no. My husband died about a year ago. His brother takes me for much of a ... " She cleared her throat some. "Second wife?" The last few words questioning. It wasn't something she was proud of and wasn't anything that she talked about to most people. However, it explained why she was here and why she needed some sort of solution from Kreios.
And then he was on the move. Aikaterine froze for just a moment as she watched him start onto his ship. She was nervous just looking at the people that were all around the docks. They looked seedy. Her fingers pressed against her flesh as she was beginning to feel dirty from the fish in the air. With a nod of fake confidence, she finally took a step to follow him. She moved up the gangplank with careful steps. Aikaterine had never been on a ship in her life and it was obvious when her look gave a very scared expression as the boat moved with the natural waves - even when docked securely.
Her attention darted straight to the door closing to his quarters. "Uh.." Her small hand reaching for a moment toward the door, almost wanting to protest being in the room with just the other man. What kind of man was he? Though he had made no eyes at her and no impression that he would be a danger. Although, she wasn't being the smartest as she trailed him like a puppy dog curious what he was actually going to do.
Arms crossed over her stomach and wrapped around as though she were protecting herself. It could have even been mistaken for being cold. "Hmm?" The quick syllable buying her time to truly process what he had started to ask her. "Uhm, sometimes. I mean I could invite him to dinner." Her face twisted in a bit of disgust when she mentioned the idea of inviting the spider into her own home. He could build a web and take it the wrong way if she didn't follow through with the mission. Aikaterine swallowed. "And I do have young children." That was the answer to the next question. This was a vial that she was going to have to keep close to her body at all times and away from poisoning the wrong person.
"I wish that he had." She was never in love with her husband, however, there were so many times she had prayed to the gods while he was dying to trade the places of the brothers. Aktis should have been the one to live and Cretheus should have died. Why was there a place on Earth for those who could be so treacherous? "If you tell me how to use it. I will make it happen." Her words so confident, but in truth, she was quite afraid of what she was going to have to do. This was going to make her a murderer. "Is there something that could be rubbed on a knife... say if I just kept it around for protecting myself?" One brow quirked. That was what he deserved, he deserved to die while attempting to take advantage of her.
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She nodded. Aikaterine had always been an observant and obedient girl. If he didn't want her to mention titles, well then they wouldn't exist between the two of them. That was an easy bargain to do considering he was keeping her treachery a secret. Her own wave away was given as she shook her head lightly accompanied by a frown. "No, no. My husband died about a year ago. His brother takes me for much of a ... " She cleared her throat some. "Second wife?" The last few words questioning. It wasn't something she was proud of and wasn't anything that she talked about to most people. However, it explained why she was here and why she needed some sort of solution from Kreios.
And then he was on the move. Aikaterine froze for just a moment as she watched him start onto his ship. She was nervous just looking at the people that were all around the docks. They looked seedy. Her fingers pressed against her flesh as she was beginning to feel dirty from the fish in the air. With a nod of fake confidence, she finally took a step to follow him. She moved up the gangplank with careful steps. Aikaterine had never been on a ship in her life and it was obvious when her look gave a very scared expression as the boat moved with the natural waves - even when docked securely.
Her attention darted straight to the door closing to his quarters. "Uh.." Her small hand reaching for a moment toward the door, almost wanting to protest being in the room with just the other man. What kind of man was he? Though he had made no eyes at her and no impression that he would be a danger. Although, she wasn't being the smartest as she trailed him like a puppy dog curious what he was actually going to do.
Arms crossed over her stomach and wrapped around as though she were protecting herself. It could have even been mistaken for being cold. "Hmm?" The quick syllable buying her time to truly process what he had started to ask her. "Uhm, sometimes. I mean I could invite him to dinner." Her face twisted in a bit of disgust when she mentioned the idea of inviting the spider into her own home. He could build a web and take it the wrong way if she didn't follow through with the mission. Aikaterine swallowed. "And I do have young children." That was the answer to the next question. This was a vial that she was going to have to keep close to her body at all times and away from poisoning the wrong person.
"I wish that he had." She was never in love with her husband, however, there were so many times she had prayed to the gods while he was dying to trade the places of the brothers. Aktis should have been the one to live and Cretheus should have died. Why was there a place on Earth for those who could be so treacherous? "If you tell me how to use it. I will make it happen." Her words so confident, but in truth, she was quite afraid of what she was going to have to do. This was going to make her a murderer. "Is there something that could be rubbed on a knife... say if I just kept it around for protecting myself?" One brow quirked. That was what he deserved, he deserved to die while attempting to take advantage of her.
She nodded. Aikaterine had always been an observant and obedient girl. If he didn't want her to mention titles, well then they wouldn't exist between the two of them. That was an easy bargain to do considering he was keeping her treachery a secret. Her own wave away was given as she shook her head lightly accompanied by a frown. "No, no. My husband died about a year ago. His brother takes me for much of a ... " She cleared her throat some. "Second wife?" The last few words questioning. It wasn't something she was proud of and wasn't anything that she talked about to most people. However, it explained why she was here and why she needed some sort of solution from Kreios.
And then he was on the move. Aikaterine froze for just a moment as she watched him start onto his ship. She was nervous just looking at the people that were all around the docks. They looked seedy. Her fingers pressed against her flesh as she was beginning to feel dirty from the fish in the air. With a nod of fake confidence, she finally took a step to follow him. She moved up the gangplank with careful steps. Aikaterine had never been on a ship in her life and it was obvious when her look gave a very scared expression as the boat moved with the natural waves - even when docked securely.
Her attention darted straight to the door closing to his quarters. "Uh.." Her small hand reaching for a moment toward the door, almost wanting to protest being in the room with just the other man. What kind of man was he? Though he had made no eyes at her and no impression that he would be a danger. Although, she wasn't being the smartest as she trailed him like a puppy dog curious what he was actually going to do.
Arms crossed over her stomach and wrapped around as though she were protecting herself. It could have even been mistaken for being cold. "Hmm?" The quick syllable buying her time to truly process what he had started to ask her. "Uhm, sometimes. I mean I could invite him to dinner." Her face twisted in a bit of disgust when she mentioned the idea of inviting the spider into her own home. He could build a web and take it the wrong way if she didn't follow through with the mission. Aikaterine swallowed. "And I do have young children." That was the answer to the next question. This was a vial that she was going to have to keep close to her body at all times and away from poisoning the wrong person.
"I wish that he had." She was never in love with her husband, however, there were so many times she had prayed to the gods while he was dying to trade the places of the brothers. Aktis should have been the one to live and Cretheus should have died. Why was there a place on Earth for those who could be so treacherous? "If you tell me how to use it. I will make it happen." Her words so confident, but in truth, she was quite afraid of what she was going to have to do. This was going to make her a murderer. "Is there something that could be rubbed on a knife... say if I just kept it around for protecting myself?" One brow quirked. That was what he deserved, he deserved to die while attempting to take advantage of her.
Ah, a dead husband and a widow now stuck with the family of her husband who wasn't the nicest people in the world. It isn't a new occurence. While Kreios's clientele usually consisted of herbalists, military people and the occasional nobility who preferred to remain silent on their business dealings, he also had the one-off customers who required materials to deal with their family issues. He had just the thing.
One of little empathy and even lesser compassion, while one may expect Kreios to give or offer condolences or ask on the woman's wellbeing, the merchant merely nodded to signify he has heard her news, but moved on with his work, picking out some dried herbs from a jar which they were displayed in.
The whole time he moved while she spoke, Kreios's brain and hands worked. From a cabinet behind the doors, he pulled out an empty vial, and a stone grind, which he placed next to the ingredients he had gathered.
For no ailments, it would make things difficult. Kreios would have been able to excarbate ailments, but with none, he would have to be a little bit more creative in how to make one's death look like an accident. The children... that would be up to the mistress's discretion to store it away safely, but that also meant Kreios had to make the dosage and the vial small but potent.
"If you rub it on a knife, there would be no question that you would be acquitted for his death. The guards will not let you walk free." Kreios said matter of factly, as he reached behind and grabbed a small sachet of powder which he handed to her. "This however, when rubbed on a knife and released into a bloodstream, will temporarily paralyze the victim for you to escape, should it be necessary."
Without even looking again, he tossed the dried herbs he had gathered, dropped the liquid from the vials, and began grinding and working. A few moments later, the mixture turned thick and sloppy, and that was when Kreios poured it into the small vial, small enough to be held in one's palm. Corking it, the merchant levelled his gaze back on Aikaterine, and held out the vial to her. "Three drops of this within his drink, every day for the next two weeks. He will get short of breathe by the day, and his hair will drop. It can be chalked off to the heat in the summer months which disturbed his pattern of breathing and affected his beat of life. It is potent, but I cannot give anything of quicker working, for that would make it too obvious. I should assume you wish to stay out of the gaols, mistress?"
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Ah, a dead husband and a widow now stuck with the family of her husband who wasn't the nicest people in the world. It isn't a new occurence. While Kreios's clientele usually consisted of herbalists, military people and the occasional nobility who preferred to remain silent on their business dealings, he also had the one-off customers who required materials to deal with their family issues. He had just the thing.
One of little empathy and even lesser compassion, while one may expect Kreios to give or offer condolences or ask on the woman's wellbeing, the merchant merely nodded to signify he has heard her news, but moved on with his work, picking out some dried herbs from a jar which they were displayed in.
The whole time he moved while she spoke, Kreios's brain and hands worked. From a cabinet behind the doors, he pulled out an empty vial, and a stone grind, which he placed next to the ingredients he had gathered.
For no ailments, it would make things difficult. Kreios would have been able to excarbate ailments, but with none, he would have to be a little bit more creative in how to make one's death look like an accident. The children... that would be up to the mistress's discretion to store it away safely, but that also meant Kreios had to make the dosage and the vial small but potent.
"If you rub it on a knife, there would be no question that you would be acquitted for his death. The guards will not let you walk free." Kreios said matter of factly, as he reached behind and grabbed a small sachet of powder which he handed to her. "This however, when rubbed on a knife and released into a bloodstream, will temporarily paralyze the victim for you to escape, should it be necessary."
Without even looking again, he tossed the dried herbs he had gathered, dropped the liquid from the vials, and began grinding and working. A few moments later, the mixture turned thick and sloppy, and that was when Kreios poured it into the small vial, small enough to be held in one's palm. Corking it, the merchant levelled his gaze back on Aikaterine, and held out the vial to her. "Three drops of this within his drink, every day for the next two weeks. He will get short of breathe by the day, and his hair will drop. It can be chalked off to the heat in the summer months which disturbed his pattern of breathing and affected his beat of life. It is potent, but I cannot give anything of quicker working, for that would make it too obvious. I should assume you wish to stay out of the gaols, mistress?"
Ah, a dead husband and a widow now stuck with the family of her husband who wasn't the nicest people in the world. It isn't a new occurence. While Kreios's clientele usually consisted of herbalists, military people and the occasional nobility who preferred to remain silent on their business dealings, he also had the one-off customers who required materials to deal with their family issues. He had just the thing.
One of little empathy and even lesser compassion, while one may expect Kreios to give or offer condolences or ask on the woman's wellbeing, the merchant merely nodded to signify he has heard her news, but moved on with his work, picking out some dried herbs from a jar which they were displayed in.
The whole time he moved while she spoke, Kreios's brain and hands worked. From a cabinet behind the doors, he pulled out an empty vial, and a stone grind, which he placed next to the ingredients he had gathered.
For no ailments, it would make things difficult. Kreios would have been able to excarbate ailments, but with none, he would have to be a little bit more creative in how to make one's death look like an accident. The children... that would be up to the mistress's discretion to store it away safely, but that also meant Kreios had to make the dosage and the vial small but potent.
"If you rub it on a knife, there would be no question that you would be acquitted for his death. The guards will not let you walk free." Kreios said matter of factly, as he reached behind and grabbed a small sachet of powder which he handed to her. "This however, when rubbed on a knife and released into a bloodstream, will temporarily paralyze the victim for you to escape, should it be necessary."
Without even looking again, he tossed the dried herbs he had gathered, dropped the liquid from the vials, and began grinding and working. A few moments later, the mixture turned thick and sloppy, and that was when Kreios poured it into the small vial, small enough to be held in one's palm. Corking it, the merchant levelled his gaze back on Aikaterine, and held out the vial to her. "Three drops of this within his drink, every day for the next two weeks. He will get short of breathe by the day, and his hair will drop. It can be chalked off to the heat in the summer months which disturbed his pattern of breathing and affected his beat of life. It is potent, but I cannot give anything of quicker working, for that would make it too obvious. I should assume you wish to stay out of the gaols, mistress?"
Aikaterine remained where she was at with barely a glance around the cabin on the ship. In a normal circumstance, she was naturally curious. She liked to look around at new surroundings and be better acquainted. However, this was not a normal situation. Fingers twisted the fabric of her dress where she hugged herself tightly around her waist, still pretending like it was protecting her from any danger that might come through the door. The ideas of all that could go wrong plaguing her mind on after another. What if he were to just kill her and take the pouch of money? What if he took advantage of her or asked more than she was able to pay?
She was snapped from her thoughts with a shake of the head. Both to the contemplations of her mind and to the question he posed. Aikaterine did not want to get caught. She didn't even want a single finger pointed her way. If they started to suspect her, she could go down for her husband's death - even though that was not her. People tended to have imaginations and filled in correlations where there needn't be any. "Thank you." She was grateful for the first concoction he had come up with. It was obvious that this might not be the first time he had dealt with a woman with similar issues. Men were often possessive of things that didn't truly belong to them, actually, she assumed that only made it worse.
One bag was handed into her hand. And then a vial. She nodded along with the instructions and momentarily paused looking at each hand. A satchel of powder in her left and a vial of drops to be added to his drink in the right. Her hands were full when she looked up and back down, quite bewildered. More so than she should have been. Aikaterine had once been a bright young woman. In more than one definition of the endearment. She was one of the hidden gems when it came to brilliant horse training and she had some common sense about her. She was also a truly happy child. There was nothing that worried her or harmed her. Until him.
"Oh. What do I owe you?" She pushed the poisons into her satchel and pulled out a bag that clinked and clanked full of coin to pay him for his goods and his secrecy. Her fingers started to pinch and move them around as she waited for the total. "May I ask how you decided to get into this?" Her brow quirked as her curiosity had finally got the best of her. Aikaterine had always known that horses were her destiny, but at what age would it be appropriate to start helping others in the way of sickness and murder.
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Aikaterine remained where she was at with barely a glance around the cabin on the ship. In a normal circumstance, she was naturally curious. She liked to look around at new surroundings and be better acquainted. However, this was not a normal situation. Fingers twisted the fabric of her dress where she hugged herself tightly around her waist, still pretending like it was protecting her from any danger that might come through the door. The ideas of all that could go wrong plaguing her mind on after another. What if he were to just kill her and take the pouch of money? What if he took advantage of her or asked more than she was able to pay?
She was snapped from her thoughts with a shake of the head. Both to the contemplations of her mind and to the question he posed. Aikaterine did not want to get caught. She didn't even want a single finger pointed her way. If they started to suspect her, she could go down for her husband's death - even though that was not her. People tended to have imaginations and filled in correlations where there needn't be any. "Thank you." She was grateful for the first concoction he had come up with. It was obvious that this might not be the first time he had dealt with a woman with similar issues. Men were often possessive of things that didn't truly belong to them, actually, she assumed that only made it worse.
One bag was handed into her hand. And then a vial. She nodded along with the instructions and momentarily paused looking at each hand. A satchel of powder in her left and a vial of drops to be added to his drink in the right. Her hands were full when she looked up and back down, quite bewildered. More so than she should have been. Aikaterine had once been a bright young woman. In more than one definition of the endearment. She was one of the hidden gems when it came to brilliant horse training and she had some common sense about her. She was also a truly happy child. There was nothing that worried her or harmed her. Until him.
"Oh. What do I owe you?" She pushed the poisons into her satchel and pulled out a bag that clinked and clanked full of coin to pay him for his goods and his secrecy. Her fingers started to pinch and move them around as she waited for the total. "May I ask how you decided to get into this?" Her brow quirked as her curiosity had finally got the best of her. Aikaterine had always known that horses were her destiny, but at what age would it be appropriate to start helping others in the way of sickness and murder.
Aikaterine remained where she was at with barely a glance around the cabin on the ship. In a normal circumstance, she was naturally curious. She liked to look around at new surroundings and be better acquainted. However, this was not a normal situation. Fingers twisted the fabric of her dress where she hugged herself tightly around her waist, still pretending like it was protecting her from any danger that might come through the door. The ideas of all that could go wrong plaguing her mind on after another. What if he were to just kill her and take the pouch of money? What if he took advantage of her or asked more than she was able to pay?
She was snapped from her thoughts with a shake of the head. Both to the contemplations of her mind and to the question he posed. Aikaterine did not want to get caught. She didn't even want a single finger pointed her way. If they started to suspect her, she could go down for her husband's death - even though that was not her. People tended to have imaginations and filled in correlations where there needn't be any. "Thank you." She was grateful for the first concoction he had come up with. It was obvious that this might not be the first time he had dealt with a woman with similar issues. Men were often possessive of things that didn't truly belong to them, actually, she assumed that only made it worse.
One bag was handed into her hand. And then a vial. She nodded along with the instructions and momentarily paused looking at each hand. A satchel of powder in her left and a vial of drops to be added to his drink in the right. Her hands were full when she looked up and back down, quite bewildered. More so than she should have been. Aikaterine had once been a bright young woman. In more than one definition of the endearment. She was one of the hidden gems when it came to brilliant horse training and she had some common sense about her. She was also a truly happy child. There was nothing that worried her or harmed her. Until him.
"Oh. What do I owe you?" She pushed the poisons into her satchel and pulled out a bag that clinked and clanked full of coin to pay him for his goods and his secrecy. Her fingers started to pinch and move them around as she waited for the total. "May I ask how you decided to get into this?" Her brow quirked as her curiosity had finally got the best of her. Aikaterine had always known that horses were her destiny, but at what age would it be appropriate to start helping others in the way of sickness and murder.
She was bewildered - that, Kreios could see. It wasn't hard really, not for one of his intelligence. But he was a man who was brisk and quick in his business, and have no need for much else. Her question pleased him - the faster she was done with this, the better. "20 drachmae." he muttered, extend a hand with his palm upwards.
Upon the fall of the coins in his hands, he tucked the heavy currency into his pocket. They would be kept later in a chest he kept under his quarters, a chest no one else but he had access to, its key on a rope around his neck. Kreios had worked far too long, and far too hard for him to allow the absent-mindedness of his hard earned money to be lying around. The whole reason why he started this was so he would never be returning to the sorry excuse he had of a life before, after all.
"No you may not." Kreios was curt in his answer, not even bothering with being polite or nice. That had always been his way of work. He was a private man, disliking others prying into his business, and disliking it even more when questions were asked. When he dealt with his clients, he asked no questions as to what they intended to do with his wares, nor whow as it intended for. In return, Kreios expected that same respect.
Shuffling towards the door again, he opened it and stepped into the open air, the gentle sea breeze welcome after the stifling closed quarters of his working area. There, his wide gait strode across to the gangplank, where Kreios waved an arm, motioning for the mistress to go down. " A pleasure doing business with you, mistress. Should you wish to contact me further, I will be reachable via a missive. Descat, bring the lady down."
With a final dip of his head, Kreios turned, his heavy boots making echoed steps across the wooden deck as he returned to his quarters once again.
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She was bewildered - that, Kreios could see. It wasn't hard really, not for one of his intelligence. But he was a man who was brisk and quick in his business, and have no need for much else. Her question pleased him - the faster she was done with this, the better. "20 drachmae." he muttered, extend a hand with his palm upwards.
Upon the fall of the coins in his hands, he tucked the heavy currency into his pocket. They would be kept later in a chest he kept under his quarters, a chest no one else but he had access to, its key on a rope around his neck. Kreios had worked far too long, and far too hard for him to allow the absent-mindedness of his hard earned money to be lying around. The whole reason why he started this was so he would never be returning to the sorry excuse he had of a life before, after all.
"No you may not." Kreios was curt in his answer, not even bothering with being polite or nice. That had always been his way of work. He was a private man, disliking others prying into his business, and disliking it even more when questions were asked. When he dealt with his clients, he asked no questions as to what they intended to do with his wares, nor whow as it intended for. In return, Kreios expected that same respect.
Shuffling towards the door again, he opened it and stepped into the open air, the gentle sea breeze welcome after the stifling closed quarters of his working area. There, his wide gait strode across to the gangplank, where Kreios waved an arm, motioning for the mistress to go down. " A pleasure doing business with you, mistress. Should you wish to contact me further, I will be reachable via a missive. Descat, bring the lady down."
With a final dip of his head, Kreios turned, his heavy boots making echoed steps across the wooden deck as he returned to his quarters once again.
She was bewildered - that, Kreios could see. It wasn't hard really, not for one of his intelligence. But he was a man who was brisk and quick in his business, and have no need for much else. Her question pleased him - the faster she was done with this, the better. "20 drachmae." he muttered, extend a hand with his palm upwards.
Upon the fall of the coins in his hands, he tucked the heavy currency into his pocket. They would be kept later in a chest he kept under his quarters, a chest no one else but he had access to, its key on a rope around his neck. Kreios had worked far too long, and far too hard for him to allow the absent-mindedness of his hard earned money to be lying around. The whole reason why he started this was so he would never be returning to the sorry excuse he had of a life before, after all.
"No you may not." Kreios was curt in his answer, not even bothering with being polite or nice. That had always been his way of work. He was a private man, disliking others prying into his business, and disliking it even more when questions were asked. When he dealt with his clients, he asked no questions as to what they intended to do with his wares, nor whow as it intended for. In return, Kreios expected that same respect.
Shuffling towards the door again, he opened it and stepped into the open air, the gentle sea breeze welcome after the stifling closed quarters of his working area. There, his wide gait strode across to the gangplank, where Kreios waved an arm, motioning for the mistress to go down. " A pleasure doing business with you, mistress. Should you wish to contact me further, I will be reachable via a missive. Descat, bring the lady down."
With a final dip of his head, Kreios turned, his heavy boots making echoed steps across the wooden deck as he returned to his quarters once again.
Twenty drachmae could be dug from the pouch. Aikaterine had promised that she would be able to pay for it. It was only the money she had from selling two horses at the festival. She would have to pretend like the people were short money and that the two hadn't gone for very much to cover the twenty she was handing over to Kreios. Aikaterine was a terrible liar, but she had to put her best face on and practice it as though it were the truth - or she would be done before her plot had even begun.
Twenty drachmae were all it was going to take to provide her at least a small amount of protection from the man of her nightmares. Even while she has been away a slight noise from another room would send her heart on a race and stomach twisting. She felt as though he could find her anywhere, anytime. Though now she had something to paralyze him. Something to fight back if he would try to hurt her.
The pouch of coins jingled into her satchel as she just nodded cautiously. The brunette lady hadn't wanted to upset the man, it was merely a bit of small talk. She knew nothing of him besides the name. She already knew that since she had started the missive to find him. She wasn't offended, perhaps relieved instead. Aikaterine had never been good with social interactions, but she knew that it was only right to attempt at conversation.
As soon as the door was opened, Aikaterine moved swiftly through. It was an escape from the cabin room that wasn't all that small, but she had been feeling claustrophobic all the same. Her nostrils flared in rejoice as she took in the air, not really fresh considering the fish odors. "Yes, I am grateful. Thank you." She nodded along with her soft and short words. Her attention quickly drawing to the man that was supposed to help her off this dark monstrosity.
Aikaterine reluctantly held the man's hand with the lightest grip she could manage. Instead, she really only accepted it there as a sort of insurance. The water could move or she could trip on a plank, anything could happen. And she was always the kind of worrier that thought through all the events that could go awry. But, it didn't. Her feet landed her on the sturdy ground of the docks. She gave another nod of thank you to Descat before turning around to a much darker environment than she had left when she boarded the boat.
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Twenty drachmae could be dug from the pouch. Aikaterine had promised that she would be able to pay for it. It was only the money she had from selling two horses at the festival. She would have to pretend like the people were short money and that the two hadn't gone for very much to cover the twenty she was handing over to Kreios. Aikaterine was a terrible liar, but she had to put her best face on and practice it as though it were the truth - or she would be done before her plot had even begun.
Twenty drachmae were all it was going to take to provide her at least a small amount of protection from the man of her nightmares. Even while she has been away a slight noise from another room would send her heart on a race and stomach twisting. She felt as though he could find her anywhere, anytime. Though now she had something to paralyze him. Something to fight back if he would try to hurt her.
The pouch of coins jingled into her satchel as she just nodded cautiously. The brunette lady hadn't wanted to upset the man, it was merely a bit of small talk. She knew nothing of him besides the name. She already knew that since she had started the missive to find him. She wasn't offended, perhaps relieved instead. Aikaterine had never been good with social interactions, but she knew that it was only right to attempt at conversation.
As soon as the door was opened, Aikaterine moved swiftly through. It was an escape from the cabin room that wasn't all that small, but she had been feeling claustrophobic all the same. Her nostrils flared in rejoice as she took in the air, not really fresh considering the fish odors. "Yes, I am grateful. Thank you." She nodded along with her soft and short words. Her attention quickly drawing to the man that was supposed to help her off this dark monstrosity.
Aikaterine reluctantly held the man's hand with the lightest grip she could manage. Instead, she really only accepted it there as a sort of insurance. The water could move or she could trip on a plank, anything could happen. And she was always the kind of worrier that thought through all the events that could go awry. But, it didn't. Her feet landed her on the sturdy ground of the docks. She gave another nod of thank you to Descat before turning around to a much darker environment than she had left when she boarded the boat.
Twenty drachmae could be dug from the pouch. Aikaterine had promised that she would be able to pay for it. It was only the money she had from selling two horses at the festival. She would have to pretend like the people were short money and that the two hadn't gone for very much to cover the twenty she was handing over to Kreios. Aikaterine was a terrible liar, but she had to put her best face on and practice it as though it were the truth - or she would be done before her plot had even begun.
Twenty drachmae were all it was going to take to provide her at least a small amount of protection from the man of her nightmares. Even while she has been away a slight noise from another room would send her heart on a race and stomach twisting. She felt as though he could find her anywhere, anytime. Though now she had something to paralyze him. Something to fight back if he would try to hurt her.
The pouch of coins jingled into her satchel as she just nodded cautiously. The brunette lady hadn't wanted to upset the man, it was merely a bit of small talk. She knew nothing of him besides the name. She already knew that since she had started the missive to find him. She wasn't offended, perhaps relieved instead. Aikaterine had never been good with social interactions, but she knew that it was only right to attempt at conversation.
As soon as the door was opened, Aikaterine moved swiftly through. It was an escape from the cabin room that wasn't all that small, but she had been feeling claustrophobic all the same. Her nostrils flared in rejoice as she took in the air, not really fresh considering the fish odors. "Yes, I am grateful. Thank you." She nodded along with her soft and short words. Her attention quickly drawing to the man that was supposed to help her off this dark monstrosity.
Aikaterine reluctantly held the man's hand with the lightest grip she could manage. Instead, she really only accepted it there as a sort of insurance. The water could move or she could trip on a plank, anything could happen. And she was always the kind of worrier that thought through all the events that could go awry. But, it didn't. Her feet landed her on the sturdy ground of the docks. She gave another nod of thank you to Descat before turning around to a much darker environment than she had left when she boarded the boat.
