Throughout the last few years, Timaeus had seen numerous wonderful things throughout the known world. However, he could travel to the ends of the earth and he’d never find something quite as spectacular as a Taengean festival.

These events were paradise to the Colchian-born nobleman. After all, who wouldn’t find immense joy in an event were wine followed freely and “good times” were easy to procure if you had a deep enough pocket? Timaeus and his friends, Adrestus & Sokari, were men of simple wants and clearly had a great “appreciation” for the simple things in life. After all, you had to have a sort of “Live for the day, die in the’ morrow” attitude when you lived the wanderer’s life like they did.

Three boys, all around the ripe old age of twenty, eager for adventure that extended beyond the borders of their previous worlds; Colchis, Athenia, and Lands Afar. The trio, having all met during different stages of their adventure just a few years ago, had grown as thick as thieves as they moved from kingdom to kingdom, selling their skills as talented swordsmen as they made the world their oyster. Wherever one went, the other two were sure to follow. They had become almost like a little family because not only did they enjoy each other’s company, but they kept each other safe figuring since they all had varying degrees of noble blood.

Alone, they were easy targets, but together? They were unstoppable.

So it wasn’t hard to spot the trio as they moved through the market stalls, cracking jokes about the wares along the way. Although there quite a handful of beautiful things that the came across, some of them were just plain weird to the boys, making it a source for easy laughter. Inside jokes led to random shouts of drinking songs they had come to know by heart by now. This only added to the din of the marketplace, their loud voices doing nothing to drown out the hundreds of others.

However, every now and then something did happen to catch their eye, encouraging them to linger for just a little while at certain stalls. One such moment was when Adrestus couldn’t seem to peel his eyes off of a marketplace vendor and the other two boys were rowdily making fun of him for it.

That was until something… no someone ran into Tim, bringing their laughter to a sudden halt.

Timaeus stumbled forward slightly with an audible oof as he felt someone run into him from behind. He swayed a bit as he moved to reclaim his footing, however, whoever had hit him hadn’t been strong enough to knock the sellsword off balance. Though it would probably take a pretty forceful blow in order to do that given the young man’s tall and muscular frame; but this had been nothing more than a startling jostle. No different than the countless other times' people had bumped into him, except for the fact it had been head-on of course. “What the hel --” He started to say as his friends began snickering, having seen who it was before he did, but it died almost at once in his throat when set his eyes upon the thin, wiry girl who, of all things, was clutching a deer statue.

The first thing Timaeus noticed was that she was pretty. He was a young guy, so yes, naturally that was one of the first things he noticed. Perhaps it was the golden hair, unfamiliar to the Colchian baron’s son, or maybe it was her mossy green eyes. Or it could have been her soft look of curious wonder on her face that made her beautiful enough to stop the foul language right in his throat. Tim was tempted to give a low whistle, out of a sheer gut reaction, but something told him that it wouldn’t be the smartest idea.

“Are you alright miss?” He asked, putting a bit of concern in his voice for her sake. His experience abroad taught him that girls seemed to like that, even if they were most definitely okay. He glanced at her, feigning checking for bruises or pinpricks of blood, but instead taking in the finery of her outfit and noticing the guards running up behind her, clearly denoting her of someone of higher status. Timaeus was very familiar with this kind of thing figuring since his father and older brother Nicomedes were constantly trailed by those the family hired. Timaeus didn’t really get it and he didn’t think that they made much of a difference. His father and Nicomedes were alive, well, and have never even been threatened as far as Timaeus knew. Either way, they were a status symbol and Timaeus knew that it would be best to tread lightly.

However, he just couldn’t resist putting on some of the charms.

“You nearly knocked the wind out of me there,” He said with a light laugh, “But I guess that doesn’t matter. You’ve already taken my breath away.” It was a dumb pickup line, but the boys had come up with worse over their years of prioritizing girls and alcohol above all else. Little party animals, the whole lot of them, but it gave them a bit of fun. Tim doubted that it would work nearly as well on this girl, being vaguely aware of the expectations noble girls would be expected to uphold.

Glancing back at his comrades in arms, a quick little motion of the head told them to get out of there. They gladly obliged, laughing to themselves the whole way. Typical kids. “Anyway, I’m Timaeus.” He said introducing himself to the young girl, “And you are?..”