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Maleos had just arrived in Midas a few hours ago, he dropped his things off and made sure the soldiers he had taken with him were settled in their respective areas before he headed out. He wasn’t entirely sure what his plan was, but his rumbling stomach had something to say about where his next destination should be. They hadn’t had time to have the cook set up yet, and so he hadn’t eaten since well before they had left Eubocris on their way to Midas. He thought there would be no harm in finding himself something to appease his hunger.
He felt he knew the streets of Midas fairly well, at least well enough to find something to eat with out getting too lost. He walked as he tried to remember a little place he had been to the last time he was in the city, nothing that would be packed with too many people. Less of a chance of him running into someone that would wish to socialize with him. Maleos was not in the mood to really speak with anyone or have to deal with pleasantries and small talk.
It did not take him long to find the place, his memory serving him well as he came across it, a small tavern that usually only had a few people in it who mostly kept to themselves, just the place for the anit-social Captain.
He entered and took a seat by himself, the way he preferred it. He sat with his back to the wall so he could see the entire room and everyone in it, a habit he had formed so no one could sneak up on him.
A server asked for what he would like, and he ordered himself some food and some wine, and while he waited, his blue-green eyes scanned the room. Wine was not something he had often, finding no joy in the feeling of being drunk and making a fool of yourself. Maleos had never truly been drunk, never having more than one or two glasses of wine when the occasion called for it, or because he liked the taste.
Tonight it was just a bit of a treat, he had been doing a lot lately and felt like he hadn’t had a moment to sit and relax. Normally he was fine with that, he loved to be on the go, but every once in awhile it was nice to take a minute or two and have a break. He planned on simply eating and drinking his wine before retiring back to the villa he was stationed at and getting some rest for the night. The next morning would see him running his men through drills at first light, so he needed to be well rested.
His food and drink were brought, and he paid for them before digging in, still watching the room and studying any new comers as he ate.
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Maleos had just arrived in Midas a few hours ago, he dropped his things off and made sure the soldiers he had taken with him were settled in their respective areas before he headed out. He wasn’t entirely sure what his plan was, but his rumbling stomach had something to say about where his next destination should be. They hadn’t had time to have the cook set up yet, and so he hadn’t eaten since well before they had left Eubocris on their way to Midas. He thought there would be no harm in finding himself something to appease his hunger.
He felt he knew the streets of Midas fairly well, at least well enough to find something to eat with out getting too lost. He walked as he tried to remember a little place he had been to the last time he was in the city, nothing that would be packed with too many people. Less of a chance of him running into someone that would wish to socialize with him. Maleos was not in the mood to really speak with anyone or have to deal with pleasantries and small talk.
It did not take him long to find the place, his memory serving him well as he came across it, a small tavern that usually only had a few people in it who mostly kept to themselves, just the place for the anit-social Captain.
He entered and took a seat by himself, the way he preferred it. He sat with his back to the wall so he could see the entire room and everyone in it, a habit he had formed so no one could sneak up on him.
A server asked for what he would like, and he ordered himself some food and some wine, and while he waited, his blue-green eyes scanned the room. Wine was not something he had often, finding no joy in the feeling of being drunk and making a fool of yourself. Maleos had never truly been drunk, never having more than one or two glasses of wine when the occasion called for it, or because he liked the taste.
Tonight it was just a bit of a treat, he had been doing a lot lately and felt like he hadn’t had a moment to sit and relax. Normally he was fine with that, he loved to be on the go, but every once in awhile it was nice to take a minute or two and have a break. He planned on simply eating and drinking his wine before retiring back to the villa he was stationed at and getting some rest for the night. The next morning would see him running his men through drills at first light, so he needed to be well rested.
His food and drink were brought, and he paid for them before digging in, still watching the room and studying any new comers as he ate.
Maleos had just arrived in Midas a few hours ago, he dropped his things off and made sure the soldiers he had taken with him were settled in their respective areas before he headed out. He wasn’t entirely sure what his plan was, but his rumbling stomach had something to say about where his next destination should be. They hadn’t had time to have the cook set up yet, and so he hadn’t eaten since well before they had left Eubocris on their way to Midas. He thought there would be no harm in finding himself something to appease his hunger.
He felt he knew the streets of Midas fairly well, at least well enough to find something to eat with out getting too lost. He walked as he tried to remember a little place he had been to the last time he was in the city, nothing that would be packed with too many people. Less of a chance of him running into someone that would wish to socialize with him. Maleos was not in the mood to really speak with anyone or have to deal with pleasantries and small talk.
It did not take him long to find the place, his memory serving him well as he came across it, a small tavern that usually only had a few people in it who mostly kept to themselves, just the place for the anit-social Captain.
He entered and took a seat by himself, the way he preferred it. He sat with his back to the wall so he could see the entire room and everyone in it, a habit he had formed so no one could sneak up on him.
A server asked for what he would like, and he ordered himself some food and some wine, and while he waited, his blue-green eyes scanned the room. Wine was not something he had often, finding no joy in the feeling of being drunk and making a fool of yourself. Maleos had never truly been drunk, never having more than one or two glasses of wine when the occasion called for it, or because he liked the taste.
Tonight it was just a bit of a treat, he had been doing a lot lately and felt like he hadn’t had a moment to sit and relax. Normally he was fine with that, he loved to be on the go, but every once in awhile it was nice to take a minute or two and have a break. He planned on simply eating and drinking his wine before retiring back to the villa he was stationed at and getting some rest for the night. The next morning would see him running his men through drills at first light, so he needed to be well rested.
His food and drink were brought, and he paid for them before digging in, still watching the room and studying any new comers as he ate.
Lukos and his hulking, giant of a man first mate had been playing at a table by themselves. They were waiting for someone, anyone, who looked like they might be fun to prod and potentially get coin out of. Normally, he had better things to do with his time. Usually when he was in Midas, he stuck nearer to the docks or the shoreline. However, the ship needed repairs and he and Arktos were bored. All of their real business was seen to - the slaves were sold, food and water were bought and loaded - all that prevented him from shipping out again were the repairs to the rudders. A necessary evil.
That meant that since all matters of business were settled, it was time for play. Play and mischief. Arktos had spotted Maleos first and nudged Lukos. “That one there looks a bit like you, don’t he?”
Lukos glanced over. “In that he has a face,” he said passively but the longer he looked at the man who clearly wanted to be left alone, the more he saw it. They both had dark, curly hair. Dark eyes. Similar facial structure, though Lukos was four inches taller. The other man was a little broader through the chest and torso but they shared broad shoulders. Perhaps they could have been brothers. His father was prolific enough...and they were both in Colchis. He’d already encountered a sister he knew nothing about. Why not a brother too?
Although, truthfully, he doubted that this man and he shared blood. There were plenty of men in Greece who had brown eyes and dark hair. However, it would be interesting to posit the theory. Abruptly, Lukos rose, crossed the intervening space, and dropped into a chair at Maleos’s table. He grinned at him and knit his fingers together as he rested them on the table.
“Evening,” he said, still grinning broadly. “Enjoying dinner?” Without waiting for much of an answer, Lukos gestured with his thumb back at Arktos, who was waving benignly at them. “So, my first mate wanted me to come talk to you. He seems to think you and I bear a striking resemblance, but I'm not so sure. I mean...of the two of us, I'm clearly better looking, am I right? And that's what he was arguing with me about because he says I'm an ugly son of a bitch, but then I told him that if I'm ugly, you're ugly and that kinda stumped him. Tell me, what do you think?” His tone was congenial but his intentions were anything but. To make his point, he rested his fist under his chin and batted his eyes at Maleos. "Ugly or not ugly?"
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Lukos and his hulking, giant of a man first mate had been playing at a table by themselves. They were waiting for someone, anyone, who looked like they might be fun to prod and potentially get coin out of. Normally, he had better things to do with his time. Usually when he was in Midas, he stuck nearer to the docks or the shoreline. However, the ship needed repairs and he and Arktos were bored. All of their real business was seen to - the slaves were sold, food and water were bought and loaded - all that prevented him from shipping out again were the repairs to the rudders. A necessary evil.
That meant that since all matters of business were settled, it was time for play. Play and mischief. Arktos had spotted Maleos first and nudged Lukos. “That one there looks a bit like you, don’t he?”
Lukos glanced over. “In that he has a face,” he said passively but the longer he looked at the man who clearly wanted to be left alone, the more he saw it. They both had dark, curly hair. Dark eyes. Similar facial structure, though Lukos was four inches taller. The other man was a little broader through the chest and torso but they shared broad shoulders. Perhaps they could have been brothers. His father was prolific enough...and they were both in Colchis. He’d already encountered a sister he knew nothing about. Why not a brother too?
Although, truthfully, he doubted that this man and he shared blood. There were plenty of men in Greece who had brown eyes and dark hair. However, it would be interesting to posit the theory. Abruptly, Lukos rose, crossed the intervening space, and dropped into a chair at Maleos’s table. He grinned at him and knit his fingers together as he rested them on the table.
“Evening,” he said, still grinning broadly. “Enjoying dinner?” Without waiting for much of an answer, Lukos gestured with his thumb back at Arktos, who was waving benignly at them. “So, my first mate wanted me to come talk to you. He seems to think you and I bear a striking resemblance, but I'm not so sure. I mean...of the two of us, I'm clearly better looking, am I right? And that's what he was arguing with me about because he says I'm an ugly son of a bitch, but then I told him that if I'm ugly, you're ugly and that kinda stumped him. Tell me, what do you think?” His tone was congenial but his intentions were anything but. To make his point, he rested his fist under his chin and batted his eyes at Maleos. "Ugly or not ugly?"
Lukos and his hulking, giant of a man first mate had been playing at a table by themselves. They were waiting for someone, anyone, who looked like they might be fun to prod and potentially get coin out of. Normally, he had better things to do with his time. Usually when he was in Midas, he stuck nearer to the docks or the shoreline. However, the ship needed repairs and he and Arktos were bored. All of their real business was seen to - the slaves were sold, food and water were bought and loaded - all that prevented him from shipping out again were the repairs to the rudders. A necessary evil.
That meant that since all matters of business were settled, it was time for play. Play and mischief. Arktos had spotted Maleos first and nudged Lukos. “That one there looks a bit like you, don’t he?”
Lukos glanced over. “In that he has a face,” he said passively but the longer he looked at the man who clearly wanted to be left alone, the more he saw it. They both had dark, curly hair. Dark eyes. Similar facial structure, though Lukos was four inches taller. The other man was a little broader through the chest and torso but they shared broad shoulders. Perhaps they could have been brothers. His father was prolific enough...and they were both in Colchis. He’d already encountered a sister he knew nothing about. Why not a brother too?
Although, truthfully, he doubted that this man and he shared blood. There were plenty of men in Greece who had brown eyes and dark hair. However, it would be interesting to posit the theory. Abruptly, Lukos rose, crossed the intervening space, and dropped into a chair at Maleos’s table. He grinned at him and knit his fingers together as he rested them on the table.
“Evening,” he said, still grinning broadly. “Enjoying dinner?” Without waiting for much of an answer, Lukos gestured with his thumb back at Arktos, who was waving benignly at them. “So, my first mate wanted me to come talk to you. He seems to think you and I bear a striking resemblance, but I'm not so sure. I mean...of the two of us, I'm clearly better looking, am I right? And that's what he was arguing with me about because he says I'm an ugly son of a bitch, but then I told him that if I'm ugly, you're ugly and that kinda stumped him. Tell me, what do you think?” His tone was congenial but his intentions were anything but. To make his point, he rested his fist under his chin and batted his eyes at Maleos. "Ugly or not ugly?"
To say that Maleos was enjoying the food would be an overstatement, he was never one to really care what he ate, food was merely a necessity required by his body in order to function. He had eaten some less than civilized meals in his days, especially while out on campaigns, Maleos could eat pretty much anything that was put in front of him. Which was a good thing, because even by Maleos’ low standards, the food in this particular establishment was sub-par at best.
He paused in his consumption as he watched a man begin to approach his table, and in his head, he hoped that he was merely passing by, but he knew that was not the other males’ intentions, he was heading directly for his table. He sat himself down and without an introduction and began to talk on and on and Maleos had already made up his mind, he did not like this guy. He was currently wishing that he had just decided to stay back at the villa and scrounge something up there to eat. So much for a peaceful evening alone with a glass of wine. He wondered what it would take to get this guy to leave, though he had a gut feeling it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
He ignored most of what he said, caring little for the topic at hand, he didn’t understand what the others mans looks had to do with anything, especially when approaching a stranger, let alone a Captain in the Colchian armies. Not to mention, it almost sounded like the other male was flirting with him, even if he had time for any sort of romance, he was not interested in men. Especially men who would approach a stranger with such carelessness and disrespect. He had no idea if the stranger meant his words to come across in such a way, but they had, leaving Maleos even less impressed with him.
“First mate? You’re a sailor then?” Maleos said simply, choosing to ignore the rest of the words he spoke in favour of the only part that truly interested him.
He tried to bite his tongue, feeling a little sting at the disrespect shown by this man approaching him with such a casual manner, clearly he was not anyone of rank, or he would have known better. He could hear his mothers voice in his head, commenting on how a man who did not introduce themselves was either hiding something or raised by wolves. “I do not believe I caught your name. I am Captain Maleos, of the Men of the Heights.” He said, voice a bit harsher than he meant it to be, his irritation at the abrupt appearance of this other person clearly striking a bit of a nerve with him, let alone the lack of a proper introduction.
Maleos’ hand dropped from the table, resting on the hilt of his sword, the cool metal serving to soothe him a little, at least he knew if things were going to go sideways, he would not be totally defenseless. He was sure of his combat skills, confident that if this man was looking for some sort of trouble, he would be able to put him in his place. If he was looking for a fight, or looking to try to rob him, he had chosen his target poorly. Maleos was not one who would go down without putting up a hell of a fight, and the fact that he had been with the military for so long and was still alive, and the rank he had made it to as a man with common blood showed that he had not yet met his match.
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To say that Maleos was enjoying the food would be an overstatement, he was never one to really care what he ate, food was merely a necessity required by his body in order to function. He had eaten some less than civilized meals in his days, especially while out on campaigns, Maleos could eat pretty much anything that was put in front of him. Which was a good thing, because even by Maleos’ low standards, the food in this particular establishment was sub-par at best.
He paused in his consumption as he watched a man begin to approach his table, and in his head, he hoped that he was merely passing by, but he knew that was not the other males’ intentions, he was heading directly for his table. He sat himself down and without an introduction and began to talk on and on and Maleos had already made up his mind, he did not like this guy. He was currently wishing that he had just decided to stay back at the villa and scrounge something up there to eat. So much for a peaceful evening alone with a glass of wine. He wondered what it would take to get this guy to leave, though he had a gut feeling it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
He ignored most of what he said, caring little for the topic at hand, he didn’t understand what the others mans looks had to do with anything, especially when approaching a stranger, let alone a Captain in the Colchian armies. Not to mention, it almost sounded like the other male was flirting with him, even if he had time for any sort of romance, he was not interested in men. Especially men who would approach a stranger with such carelessness and disrespect. He had no idea if the stranger meant his words to come across in such a way, but they had, leaving Maleos even less impressed with him.
“First mate? You’re a sailor then?” Maleos said simply, choosing to ignore the rest of the words he spoke in favour of the only part that truly interested him.
He tried to bite his tongue, feeling a little sting at the disrespect shown by this man approaching him with such a casual manner, clearly he was not anyone of rank, or he would have known better. He could hear his mothers voice in his head, commenting on how a man who did not introduce themselves was either hiding something or raised by wolves. “I do not believe I caught your name. I am Captain Maleos, of the Men of the Heights.” He said, voice a bit harsher than he meant it to be, his irritation at the abrupt appearance of this other person clearly striking a bit of a nerve with him, let alone the lack of a proper introduction.
Maleos’ hand dropped from the table, resting on the hilt of his sword, the cool metal serving to soothe him a little, at least he knew if things were going to go sideways, he would not be totally defenseless. He was sure of his combat skills, confident that if this man was looking for some sort of trouble, he would be able to put him in his place. If he was looking for a fight, or looking to try to rob him, he had chosen his target poorly. Maleos was not one who would go down without putting up a hell of a fight, and the fact that he had been with the military for so long and was still alive, and the rank he had made it to as a man with common blood showed that he had not yet met his match.
To say that Maleos was enjoying the food would be an overstatement, he was never one to really care what he ate, food was merely a necessity required by his body in order to function. He had eaten some less than civilized meals in his days, especially while out on campaigns, Maleos could eat pretty much anything that was put in front of him. Which was a good thing, because even by Maleos’ low standards, the food in this particular establishment was sub-par at best.
He paused in his consumption as he watched a man begin to approach his table, and in his head, he hoped that he was merely passing by, but he knew that was not the other males’ intentions, he was heading directly for his table. He sat himself down and without an introduction and began to talk on and on and Maleos had already made up his mind, he did not like this guy. He was currently wishing that he had just decided to stay back at the villa and scrounge something up there to eat. So much for a peaceful evening alone with a glass of wine. He wondered what it would take to get this guy to leave, though he had a gut feeling it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
He ignored most of what he said, caring little for the topic at hand, he didn’t understand what the others mans looks had to do with anything, especially when approaching a stranger, let alone a Captain in the Colchian armies. Not to mention, it almost sounded like the other male was flirting with him, even if he had time for any sort of romance, he was not interested in men. Especially men who would approach a stranger with such carelessness and disrespect. He had no idea if the stranger meant his words to come across in such a way, but they had, leaving Maleos even less impressed with him.
“First mate? You’re a sailor then?” Maleos said simply, choosing to ignore the rest of the words he spoke in favour of the only part that truly interested him.
He tried to bite his tongue, feeling a little sting at the disrespect shown by this man approaching him with such a casual manner, clearly he was not anyone of rank, or he would have known better. He could hear his mothers voice in his head, commenting on how a man who did not introduce themselves was either hiding something or raised by wolves. “I do not believe I caught your name. I am Captain Maleos, of the Men of the Heights.” He said, voice a bit harsher than he meant it to be, his irritation at the abrupt appearance of this other person clearly striking a bit of a nerve with him, let alone the lack of a proper introduction.
Maleos’ hand dropped from the table, resting on the hilt of his sword, the cool metal serving to soothe him a little, at least he knew if things were going to go sideways, he would not be totally defenseless. He was sure of his combat skills, confident that if this man was looking for some sort of trouble, he would be able to put him in his place. If he was looking for a fight, or looking to try to rob him, he had chosen his target poorly. Maleos was not one who would go down without putting up a hell of a fight, and the fact that he had been with the military for so long and was still alive, and the rank he had made it to as a man with common blood showed that he had not yet met his match.
At Maleos’s question of whether or not he was a sailor, Lukos smirked. “So the term escapes you or it doesn’t?” Either this man was an idiot or truly uninformed about nautical terms. Either way, it served Lukos. He kept his gaze trained on Maleos’s and nowhere else, the smirk continuously on his lips. This man already looked distinctly uncomfortable and he wanted to push him further.
“Arktos of Athenia, Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights.” He grinned through the lie, while his tone was sarcastic in the extreme. He moved his chair a little bit closer. “That province isn’t exactly close to here, is it?” he glanced down at Maleos’s plate and picked up the roll of bread there, biting into it. His eyes finally followed Maleos’s hand as it dropped down to the hilt of the man’s sword. That Maleos had a sword didn’t bother him. He too was armed, as was any sensible man who walked around in broad daylight. What was a little silly was the penchant to draw the sword for no reason. That might start something that neither of them particularly wanted to finish at present. He was having too good a day for the guard to be called.
Lukos grinned and kept chewing, flicking his dark eyes back up to Maleos. “I wouldn’t do that, mate. The law isn’t on your side and I’m thinking you’re not the type that would do well languishing in prison.” He took a second bite of the bread roll, studying Maleos. This one was flighty. That was interesting. All he’d done was cross the room and sit down at the table to start talking and already this man had his hand on his sword like he was afraid of being attacked? Interesting.
Obviously this one had weaknesses to be exploited. Lukos looked away from Maleos then and gestured to the tavern wench. “Another wine, on my friend, here.” He clapped Maleos on the shoulder and put the bread roll back on Maleos’s plate. “It’d be rude to eat the whole thing. You can have the rest, if you like?”
Arktos, meanwhile, had his giant fist pressed so hard against his mouth to keep from laughing. Their table was close enough that he could hear the entire conversation. From where he sat, he could be up on his feet the second the captain needed him to be. Like a dependable first mate, however, he awaited the signal. At the moment, he was not needed.
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At Maleos’s question of whether or not he was a sailor, Lukos smirked. “So the term escapes you or it doesn’t?” Either this man was an idiot or truly uninformed about nautical terms. Either way, it served Lukos. He kept his gaze trained on Maleos’s and nowhere else, the smirk continuously on his lips. This man already looked distinctly uncomfortable and he wanted to push him further.
“Arktos of Athenia, Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights.” He grinned through the lie, while his tone was sarcastic in the extreme. He moved his chair a little bit closer. “That province isn’t exactly close to here, is it?” he glanced down at Maleos’s plate and picked up the roll of bread there, biting into it. His eyes finally followed Maleos’s hand as it dropped down to the hilt of the man’s sword. That Maleos had a sword didn’t bother him. He too was armed, as was any sensible man who walked around in broad daylight. What was a little silly was the penchant to draw the sword for no reason. That might start something that neither of them particularly wanted to finish at present. He was having too good a day for the guard to be called.
Lukos grinned and kept chewing, flicking his dark eyes back up to Maleos. “I wouldn’t do that, mate. The law isn’t on your side and I’m thinking you’re not the type that would do well languishing in prison.” He took a second bite of the bread roll, studying Maleos. This one was flighty. That was interesting. All he’d done was cross the room and sit down at the table to start talking and already this man had his hand on his sword like he was afraid of being attacked? Interesting.
Obviously this one had weaknesses to be exploited. Lukos looked away from Maleos then and gestured to the tavern wench. “Another wine, on my friend, here.” He clapped Maleos on the shoulder and put the bread roll back on Maleos’s plate. “It’d be rude to eat the whole thing. You can have the rest, if you like?”
Arktos, meanwhile, had his giant fist pressed so hard against his mouth to keep from laughing. Their table was close enough that he could hear the entire conversation. From where he sat, he could be up on his feet the second the captain needed him to be. Like a dependable first mate, however, he awaited the signal. At the moment, he was not needed.
At Maleos’s question of whether or not he was a sailor, Lukos smirked. “So the term escapes you or it doesn’t?” Either this man was an idiot or truly uninformed about nautical terms. Either way, it served Lukos. He kept his gaze trained on Maleos’s and nowhere else, the smirk continuously on his lips. This man already looked distinctly uncomfortable and he wanted to push him further.
“Arktos of Athenia, Captain Maleos of the Men of the Heights.” He grinned through the lie, while his tone was sarcastic in the extreme. He moved his chair a little bit closer. “That province isn’t exactly close to here, is it?” he glanced down at Maleos’s plate and picked up the roll of bread there, biting into it. His eyes finally followed Maleos’s hand as it dropped down to the hilt of the man’s sword. That Maleos had a sword didn’t bother him. He too was armed, as was any sensible man who walked around in broad daylight. What was a little silly was the penchant to draw the sword for no reason. That might start something that neither of them particularly wanted to finish at present. He was having too good a day for the guard to be called.
Lukos grinned and kept chewing, flicking his dark eyes back up to Maleos. “I wouldn’t do that, mate. The law isn’t on your side and I’m thinking you’re not the type that would do well languishing in prison.” He took a second bite of the bread roll, studying Maleos. This one was flighty. That was interesting. All he’d done was cross the room and sit down at the table to start talking and already this man had his hand on his sword like he was afraid of being attacked? Interesting.
Obviously this one had weaknesses to be exploited. Lukos looked away from Maleos then and gestured to the tavern wench. “Another wine, on my friend, here.” He clapped Maleos on the shoulder and put the bread roll back on Maleos’s plate. “It’d be rude to eat the whole thing. You can have the rest, if you like?”
Arktos, meanwhile, had his giant fist pressed so hard against his mouth to keep from laughing. Their table was close enough that he could hear the entire conversation. From where he sat, he could be up on his feet the second the captain needed him to be. Like a dependable first mate, however, he awaited the signal. At the moment, he was not needed.
Clearly politeness was of no use in this conversation, the man seemed to have an energy about him, one that said he thought himself better than anyone else. The prideful half of Maleos wanted to draw his sword and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, but he knew better than that, knew that attacking him would achieve nothing. He did not like this man, that much he was sure of, and it seemed like he was doing his best to goad Maleos on. He had to remind himself over and over to not let this man get to him. He was a Captain, he was better than some petty squabble with a common sailor.
He couldn’t believe it as the man took food off his plate, the absolutely rude gesture cause him to tighten the grip he had on his sword, knuckles white as he held a little too tightly. He tried to keep himself calm, but it was as if Arktos knew exactly what buttons to push. Maleos trusted this man about as far as he could throw him, and he assumed the name would most likely be false, though he did not say as much.
His blue-green eyes slid to look at the man who sat at the nearby table, then back to the one who sat there, eating part of the meal that he had paid for. Maleos pushed the unfinished meal away, the expression on his face clearly not amused by the antics of this man.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.” He said, it wasn’t a threat, at least he didn’t mean for it to sound like one. It was merely a statement, even if the two of them were to have a bloody battle right then and there, his rank would serve him and the sailor would be the one who would be taken prisoner, if he was lucky enough not to die at the end of Maleos’ sword first.
Maleos looked at the serving woman and shot her a look that said ‘don’t you dare’ when the other ordered a drink and said Maleos would pay for it. She shied away and disappeared into a back room at the look, and Maleos turned his attentions back on the man in front of him as he placed the half-eaten bread back on his plate.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.” The Captain stated, the irritation clear in his voice. He had never met another human who had annoyed him so much in such a short period of time. Normally it took much longer for someone to get under Maleos’ skin.
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Clearly politeness was of no use in this conversation, the man seemed to have an energy about him, one that said he thought himself better than anyone else. The prideful half of Maleos wanted to draw his sword and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, but he knew better than that, knew that attacking him would achieve nothing. He did not like this man, that much he was sure of, and it seemed like he was doing his best to goad Maleos on. He had to remind himself over and over to not let this man get to him. He was a Captain, he was better than some petty squabble with a common sailor.
He couldn’t believe it as the man took food off his plate, the absolutely rude gesture cause him to tighten the grip he had on his sword, knuckles white as he held a little too tightly. He tried to keep himself calm, but it was as if Arktos knew exactly what buttons to push. Maleos trusted this man about as far as he could throw him, and he assumed the name would most likely be false, though he did not say as much.
His blue-green eyes slid to look at the man who sat at the nearby table, then back to the one who sat there, eating part of the meal that he had paid for. Maleos pushed the unfinished meal away, the expression on his face clearly not amused by the antics of this man.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.” He said, it wasn’t a threat, at least he didn’t mean for it to sound like one. It was merely a statement, even if the two of them were to have a bloody battle right then and there, his rank would serve him and the sailor would be the one who would be taken prisoner, if he was lucky enough not to die at the end of Maleos’ sword first.
Maleos looked at the serving woman and shot her a look that said ‘don’t you dare’ when the other ordered a drink and said Maleos would pay for it. She shied away and disappeared into a back room at the look, and Maleos turned his attentions back on the man in front of him as he placed the half-eaten bread back on his plate.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.” The Captain stated, the irritation clear in his voice. He had never met another human who had annoyed him so much in such a short period of time. Normally it took much longer for someone to get under Maleos’ skin.
Clearly politeness was of no use in this conversation, the man seemed to have an energy about him, one that said he thought himself better than anyone else. The prideful half of Maleos wanted to draw his sword and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget, but he knew better than that, knew that attacking him would achieve nothing. He did not like this man, that much he was sure of, and it seemed like he was doing his best to goad Maleos on. He had to remind himself over and over to not let this man get to him. He was a Captain, he was better than some petty squabble with a common sailor.
He couldn’t believe it as the man took food off his plate, the absolutely rude gesture cause him to tighten the grip he had on his sword, knuckles white as he held a little too tightly. He tried to keep himself calm, but it was as if Arktos knew exactly what buttons to push. Maleos trusted this man about as far as he could throw him, and he assumed the name would most likely be false, though he did not say as much.
His blue-green eyes slid to look at the man who sat at the nearby table, then back to the one who sat there, eating part of the meal that he had paid for. Maleos pushed the unfinished meal away, the expression on his face clearly not amused by the antics of this man.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.” He said, it wasn’t a threat, at least he didn’t mean for it to sound like one. It was merely a statement, even if the two of them were to have a bloody battle right then and there, his rank would serve him and the sailor would be the one who would be taken prisoner, if he was lucky enough not to die at the end of Maleos’ sword first.
Maleos looked at the serving woman and shot her a look that said ‘don’t you dare’ when the other ordered a drink and said Maleos would pay for it. She shied away and disappeared into a back room at the look, and Maleos turned his attentions back on the man in front of him as he placed the half-eaten bread back on his plate.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.” The Captain stated, the irritation clear in his voice. He had never met another human who had annoyed him so much in such a short period of time. Normally it took much longer for someone to get under Maleos’ skin.
He loved to get under people’s skin and he could tell he’d done it already with this man. It was too easy. All over this man’s expression was a blatant want to run him through and it made him a bit giddy because there was no way this man was going to be able to do that. Legally. Which meant, that as long as Lukos stayed just on this side of legal, he could needle Maleos all he liked with no actual consequences. It was a fun game.
Lukos laughed when Maleos abruptly shoved the plate away. With an unrepentant grin, he used two fingers and eased the plate in front of himself. If this man didn’t want to eat his perfectly good food, Lukos could sure do it for him. Living on a ship most of the time, he didn’t get this kind of food unless he was at home or at port. Because he rowed on his ship so much, his body was almost nothing but muscle, and because he didn’t get all the food he would have liked, he was lean. This meant that, even though he’d already eaten, eating all of Maleos’s food wasn’t going to do him a bit of harm.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.”
“And what a sweet lad you must be,” Lukos grinned at him around a mouthful of food. He caught the look that Maleos had sent the girl but didn’t belabor the point. The only reason he’d ordered it was another dig at Maleos but since the man was already irritated, there was no need.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.”
He was done with most of the food and pushed the plate away. Clasping his hands behind his head, he shrugged. “I think an argument might be made that I’ve never had any at all,” he said smoothly. “Or, that you are entirely too uptight. I hope you don’t walk around the whole of Greece with that stick up your ass. Though...I suppose you might like it there. I’ve heard tell that soldiers don’t like the company of women.”
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He loved to get under people’s skin and he could tell he’d done it already with this man. It was too easy. All over this man’s expression was a blatant want to run him through and it made him a bit giddy because there was no way this man was going to be able to do that. Legally. Which meant, that as long as Lukos stayed just on this side of legal, he could needle Maleos all he liked with no actual consequences. It was a fun game.
Lukos laughed when Maleos abruptly shoved the plate away. With an unrepentant grin, he used two fingers and eased the plate in front of himself. If this man didn’t want to eat his perfectly good food, Lukos could sure do it for him. Living on a ship most of the time, he didn’t get this kind of food unless he was at home or at port. Because he rowed on his ship so much, his body was almost nothing but muscle, and because he didn’t get all the food he would have liked, he was lean. This meant that, even though he’d already eaten, eating all of Maleos’s food wasn’t going to do him a bit of harm.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.”
“And what a sweet lad you must be,” Lukos grinned at him around a mouthful of food. He caught the look that Maleos had sent the girl but didn’t belabor the point. The only reason he’d ordered it was another dig at Maleos but since the man was already irritated, there was no need.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.”
He was done with most of the food and pushed the plate away. Clasping his hands behind his head, he shrugged. “I think an argument might be made that I’ve never had any at all,” he said smoothly. “Or, that you are entirely too uptight. I hope you don’t walk around the whole of Greece with that stick up your ass. Though...I suppose you might like it there. I’ve heard tell that soldiers don’t like the company of women.”
He loved to get under people’s skin and he could tell he’d done it already with this man. It was too easy. All over this man’s expression was a blatant want to run him through and it made him a bit giddy because there was no way this man was going to be able to do that. Legally. Which meant, that as long as Lukos stayed just on this side of legal, he could needle Maleos all he liked with no actual consequences. It was a fun game.
Lukos laughed when Maleos abruptly shoved the plate away. With an unrepentant grin, he used two fingers and eased the plate in front of himself. If this man didn’t want to eat his perfectly good food, Lukos could sure do it for him. Living on a ship most of the time, he didn’t get this kind of food unless he was at home or at port. Because he rowed on his ship so much, his body was almost nothing but muscle, and because he didn’t get all the food he would have liked, he was lean. This meant that, even though he’d already eaten, eating all of Maleos’s food wasn’t going to do him a bit of harm.
“Of the two of us, I can assure you I will not be the one seeing the inside of a prison any time soon.”
“And what a sweet lad you must be,” Lukos grinned at him around a mouthful of food. He caught the look that Maleos had sent the girl but didn’t belabor the point. The only reason he’d ordered it was another dig at Maleos but since the man was already irritated, there was no need.
“Clearly you have been on the seas for too long. Your manners seemed to have escaped you.”
He was done with most of the food and pushed the plate away. Clasping his hands behind his head, he shrugged. “I think an argument might be made that I’ve never had any at all,” he said smoothly. “Or, that you are entirely too uptight. I hope you don’t walk around the whole of Greece with that stick up your ass. Though...I suppose you might like it there. I’ve heard tell that soldiers don’t like the company of women.”
Maleos sat there and listened to this other man, the way he spoke, the way he moved, everything about his attitude rubbed him the wrong way. He had never met a person before who was able to irritate him quite like this. He could imagine how great it would feel to draw his sword at that moment and teach him a lesson he would not soon forget. Unfortunately, he was right, though he did not fear arrest if they were to get in an altercation right then and there, he knew it would cause trouble that he did not need. He had a reputation to uphold, especially if he hoped to ever find himself with another promotion under his belt. If he had any hopes of one day gaining the title of Commander, he would need to avoid committing murder, especially in public taverns.
As much as he wished to do otherwise, he would need to keep his anger under control. He could not believe that any one person would possibly be able to handle this infuriating man for any length of time. He supposed that any friends or family he had must have been at least as annoying and pompous as he was, or how else could they handle his attitude? He hated the thought of ever having to meet them if they were even half as bad as the man who sat in front of him.
His grip tightened on his sword for a moment, his last comment making it all the more tempting to wet his blade with this man’s blood, but he gritted his teeth and pushed back the anger. He would take it out on the training grounds later that day.
Instead he stood from his spot, dropping his hand from his weapon so it was easier to resist the temptation to draw it.
“You would do well to learn to hold your tongue.” He said simply, though the white-hot rage he felt was clear in his tone as he spoke. He felt the man was not worth any further words, and knew that if he stuck around any longer, he would just attempt to goad Maleos further. Instead he stepped away from the table and took his leave. He did not look back as he exited the building, his feet probably moving him faster than necessary as his anger continued to boil beneath the surface.
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Maleos sat there and listened to this other man, the way he spoke, the way he moved, everything about his attitude rubbed him the wrong way. He had never met a person before who was able to irritate him quite like this. He could imagine how great it would feel to draw his sword at that moment and teach him a lesson he would not soon forget. Unfortunately, he was right, though he did not fear arrest if they were to get in an altercation right then and there, he knew it would cause trouble that he did not need. He had a reputation to uphold, especially if he hoped to ever find himself with another promotion under his belt. If he had any hopes of one day gaining the title of Commander, he would need to avoid committing murder, especially in public taverns.
As much as he wished to do otherwise, he would need to keep his anger under control. He could not believe that any one person would possibly be able to handle this infuriating man for any length of time. He supposed that any friends or family he had must have been at least as annoying and pompous as he was, or how else could they handle his attitude? He hated the thought of ever having to meet them if they were even half as bad as the man who sat in front of him.
His grip tightened on his sword for a moment, his last comment making it all the more tempting to wet his blade with this man’s blood, but he gritted his teeth and pushed back the anger. He would take it out on the training grounds later that day.
Instead he stood from his spot, dropping his hand from his weapon so it was easier to resist the temptation to draw it.
“You would do well to learn to hold your tongue.” He said simply, though the white-hot rage he felt was clear in his tone as he spoke. He felt the man was not worth any further words, and knew that if he stuck around any longer, he would just attempt to goad Maleos further. Instead he stepped away from the table and took his leave. He did not look back as he exited the building, his feet probably moving him faster than necessary as his anger continued to boil beneath the surface.
Maleos sat there and listened to this other man, the way he spoke, the way he moved, everything about his attitude rubbed him the wrong way. He had never met a person before who was able to irritate him quite like this. He could imagine how great it would feel to draw his sword at that moment and teach him a lesson he would not soon forget. Unfortunately, he was right, though he did not fear arrest if they were to get in an altercation right then and there, he knew it would cause trouble that he did not need. He had a reputation to uphold, especially if he hoped to ever find himself with another promotion under his belt. If he had any hopes of one day gaining the title of Commander, he would need to avoid committing murder, especially in public taverns.
As much as he wished to do otherwise, he would need to keep his anger under control. He could not believe that any one person would possibly be able to handle this infuriating man for any length of time. He supposed that any friends or family he had must have been at least as annoying and pompous as he was, or how else could they handle his attitude? He hated the thought of ever having to meet them if they were even half as bad as the man who sat in front of him.
His grip tightened on his sword for a moment, his last comment making it all the more tempting to wet his blade with this man’s blood, but he gritted his teeth and pushed back the anger. He would take it out on the training grounds later that day.
Instead he stood from his spot, dropping his hand from his weapon so it was easier to resist the temptation to draw it.
“You would do well to learn to hold your tongue.” He said simply, though the white-hot rage he felt was clear in his tone as he spoke. He felt the man was not worth any further words, and knew that if he stuck around any longer, he would just attempt to goad Maleos further. Instead he stepped away from the table and took his leave. He did not look back as he exited the building, his feet probably moving him faster than necessary as his anger continued to boil beneath the surface.
Lukos grinned impishly once Maleos stood. Maybe he’d pushed too far, but this was fine. The impatience and anger radiating off this man were thanks enough and he stood too, standing four inches taller than Maleos and looking down at him as the man advised him that he’d better learn to hold his tongue. Lukos kept right on smiling, feeding off this man’s indignation.
He was not at all shocked when Maleos gave him a lethal glare, stiffly turned, and stalked out of the tavern. Lukos’s barking laugh followed the man every step of the way until the door closed. Only then did Lukos return to his table where Arktos was waiting. The big man raised his eyebrows.
“Soldiers,” Lukos said dismissively. “It’s too easy.”
“Get any money off him?”
“Nothing but entertainment. It’s ok. We’ll find someone else,” he promised. Arktos nodded, feeling like that was good enough. After all, they weren’t really in here for work. Just a bit of fun. The two of them whiled away their time, drinking a bit more, laughing, causing more of a fuss, and then leaving to go back to the ship. Lukos fell asleep that night, perfectly fine, forgetting Maleos completely but pretty sure that Maleos would never forget an experience like that.
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Lukos grinned impishly once Maleos stood. Maybe he’d pushed too far, but this was fine. The impatience and anger radiating off this man were thanks enough and he stood too, standing four inches taller than Maleos and looking down at him as the man advised him that he’d better learn to hold his tongue. Lukos kept right on smiling, feeding off this man’s indignation.
He was not at all shocked when Maleos gave him a lethal glare, stiffly turned, and stalked out of the tavern. Lukos’s barking laugh followed the man every step of the way until the door closed. Only then did Lukos return to his table where Arktos was waiting. The big man raised his eyebrows.
“Soldiers,” Lukos said dismissively. “It’s too easy.”
“Get any money off him?”
“Nothing but entertainment. It’s ok. We’ll find someone else,” he promised. Arktos nodded, feeling like that was good enough. After all, they weren’t really in here for work. Just a bit of fun. The two of them whiled away their time, drinking a bit more, laughing, causing more of a fuss, and then leaving to go back to the ship. Lukos fell asleep that night, perfectly fine, forgetting Maleos completely but pretty sure that Maleos would never forget an experience like that.
Lukos grinned impishly once Maleos stood. Maybe he’d pushed too far, but this was fine. The impatience and anger radiating off this man were thanks enough and he stood too, standing four inches taller than Maleos and looking down at him as the man advised him that he’d better learn to hold his tongue. Lukos kept right on smiling, feeding off this man’s indignation.
He was not at all shocked when Maleos gave him a lethal glare, stiffly turned, and stalked out of the tavern. Lukos’s barking laugh followed the man every step of the way until the door closed. Only then did Lukos return to his table where Arktos was waiting. The big man raised his eyebrows.
“Soldiers,” Lukos said dismissively. “It’s too easy.”
“Get any money off him?”
“Nothing but entertainment. It’s ok. We’ll find someone else,” he promised. Arktos nodded, feeling like that was good enough. After all, they weren’t really in here for work. Just a bit of fun. The two of them whiled away their time, drinking a bit more, laughing, causing more of a fuss, and then leaving to go back to the ship. Lukos fell asleep that night, perfectly fine, forgetting Maleos completely but pretty sure that Maleos would never forget an experience like that.