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“I’ve been taking several walks through the city,” Khanh was saying as he and Nahash made their way up from the lowest levels of the city, to the highest. “There are several places that I think would be easy to take. This one up here, possibly the easiest.”
The long walk up through the winding, zigzag streets of Colchis, up flights and flights of stairs, was nothing for the two thieves. They were strong and in their prime. Their movements were fluid and graceful, their eyes keen and sweeping. For his part, Khanh walked along with the air of complete indifference. He had done as asked, scouted several places, and was bringing Nahash to his choicest finding. If Nahash chose differently, it would not offend him. To his mind, Nahash knew best.
They moved along in the fading light of evening, when the world’s spinning stilled and the people of this city returned to their homes. It was under cover of dusk and darkness that they could slip around unnoticed and unidentified by the color of their skin or the strange clothes they wore. While here, Khanh still wore linen but his chest was not bare. It would draw too much attention. So he’d adopted the himation that the Greeks wore and he had it over himself with one arm bare and free like their philosophers wore, though he was a far cry from a man of idle contemplation.
“Just through here,” he said, topping the last flight of wide, graceful steps that led up to the stone path toward Drakos Manor. Khanh did not know the history of the structure- that it used to belong to the royal family. He knew it’s current situation, which was that only women and a few male servants occupied it. There were guards, of course, but none expecting a surprise. For a military city, this one was surprisingly sleepy. He sensed that it had been a long time, if ever, that this city was attacked directly.
The two men walked along the stone road, carved into the very cliff, past cultivated fruit trees and to a gate guarding the manor. Khanh did not stop right before its gates. To do so would alert the occupants and guards of a potential problem and the last thing that any thief wanted was for their mark to sense a problem. The two men kept walking, though slowly, idly. “There is no husband,” Khanh said in a low voice in their native tongue. “From what I can tell, there are few guards. Enough. What do you think? Will it serve?”
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“I’ve been taking several walks through the city,” Khanh was saying as he and Nahash made their way up from the lowest levels of the city, to the highest. “There are several places that I think would be easy to take. This one up here, possibly the easiest.”
The long walk up through the winding, zigzag streets of Colchis, up flights and flights of stairs, was nothing for the two thieves. They were strong and in their prime. Their movements were fluid and graceful, their eyes keen and sweeping. For his part, Khanh walked along with the air of complete indifference. He had done as asked, scouted several places, and was bringing Nahash to his choicest finding. If Nahash chose differently, it would not offend him. To his mind, Nahash knew best.
They moved along in the fading light of evening, when the world’s spinning stilled and the people of this city returned to their homes. It was under cover of dusk and darkness that they could slip around unnoticed and unidentified by the color of their skin or the strange clothes they wore. While here, Khanh still wore linen but his chest was not bare. It would draw too much attention. So he’d adopted the himation that the Greeks wore and he had it over himself with one arm bare and free like their philosophers wore, though he was a far cry from a man of idle contemplation.
“Just through here,” he said, topping the last flight of wide, graceful steps that led up to the stone path toward Drakos Manor. Khanh did not know the history of the structure- that it used to belong to the royal family. He knew it’s current situation, which was that only women and a few male servants occupied it. There were guards, of course, but none expecting a surprise. For a military city, this one was surprisingly sleepy. He sensed that it had been a long time, if ever, that this city was attacked directly.
The two men walked along the stone road, carved into the very cliff, past cultivated fruit trees and to a gate guarding the manor. Khanh did not stop right before its gates. To do so would alert the occupants and guards of a potential problem and the last thing that any thief wanted was for their mark to sense a problem. The two men kept walking, though slowly, idly. “There is no husband,” Khanh said in a low voice in their native tongue. “From what I can tell, there are few guards. Enough. What do you think? Will it serve?”
“I’ve been taking several walks through the city,” Khanh was saying as he and Nahash made their way up from the lowest levels of the city, to the highest. “There are several places that I think would be easy to take. This one up here, possibly the easiest.”
The long walk up through the winding, zigzag streets of Colchis, up flights and flights of stairs, was nothing for the two thieves. They were strong and in their prime. Their movements were fluid and graceful, their eyes keen and sweeping. For his part, Khanh walked along with the air of complete indifference. He had done as asked, scouted several places, and was bringing Nahash to his choicest finding. If Nahash chose differently, it would not offend him. To his mind, Nahash knew best.
They moved along in the fading light of evening, when the world’s spinning stilled and the people of this city returned to their homes. It was under cover of dusk and darkness that they could slip around unnoticed and unidentified by the color of their skin or the strange clothes they wore. While here, Khanh still wore linen but his chest was not bare. It would draw too much attention. So he’d adopted the himation that the Greeks wore and he had it over himself with one arm bare and free like their philosophers wore, though he was a far cry from a man of idle contemplation.
“Just through here,” he said, topping the last flight of wide, graceful steps that led up to the stone path toward Drakos Manor. Khanh did not know the history of the structure- that it used to belong to the royal family. He knew it’s current situation, which was that only women and a few male servants occupied it. There were guards, of course, but none expecting a surprise. For a military city, this one was surprisingly sleepy. He sensed that it had been a long time, if ever, that this city was attacked directly.
The two men walked along the stone road, carved into the very cliff, past cultivated fruit trees and to a gate guarding the manor. Khanh did not stop right before its gates. To do so would alert the occupants and guards of a potential problem and the last thing that any thief wanted was for their mark to sense a problem. The two men kept walking, though slowly, idly. “There is no husband,” Khanh said in a low voice in their native tongue. “From what I can tell, there are few guards. Enough. What do you think? Will it serve?”
Nahash had been doing some scouting of his own, mostly disguised as a beggar in the market areas to get a feel of the citizens. His troupe was well versed enough in the how this process went, and those who weren't had been paired off with those of more experience, he didn't feel the need to keep close tabs on them any longer. When Khanh had brought him this particular opportunity he had been intrigued, and so he followed his closest friend through the streets of Colchis with a careful eye darting around them as much as he tried to seem nonchalant.
He'd dressed himself simply in one of the Greek style tunics with a dark cloak over his shoulders, a headscarf common among the lower class Egyptian merchants covered his dark hair and he had left off the bandage that usually covered his eye when he was acting the beggar. Ever since the slash that had given him the scar beneath his eye that was so wickedly prominent, his sight had been fading slightly in his left eye though the right was sharp as ever. As he walked along he wondered if perhaps he ought to have covered it after all to avoid any identifying marks, but as they strolled up the stairs and through the streets of the upper level of Colchis he could see the promise in this place.
"No soldiers."
It was an offhanded sort of comment, picking up on the same absence of guards that his companion had. Giving no more than a passing glance to the Drakos mansion, he stopped to examine one of the fruit hanging lower over the gates before moving on as if nothing had caught his attention in the first place. He didn't need a second sweep to see that this would be a ripe one for taking.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
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Nahash had been doing some scouting of his own, mostly disguised as a beggar in the market areas to get a feel of the citizens. His troupe was well versed enough in the how this process went, and those who weren't had been paired off with those of more experience, he didn't feel the need to keep close tabs on them any longer. When Khanh had brought him this particular opportunity he had been intrigued, and so he followed his closest friend through the streets of Colchis with a careful eye darting around them as much as he tried to seem nonchalant.
He'd dressed himself simply in one of the Greek style tunics with a dark cloak over his shoulders, a headscarf common among the lower class Egyptian merchants covered his dark hair and he had left off the bandage that usually covered his eye when he was acting the beggar. Ever since the slash that had given him the scar beneath his eye that was so wickedly prominent, his sight had been fading slightly in his left eye though the right was sharp as ever. As he walked along he wondered if perhaps he ought to have covered it after all to avoid any identifying marks, but as they strolled up the stairs and through the streets of the upper level of Colchis he could see the promise in this place.
"No soldiers."
It was an offhanded sort of comment, picking up on the same absence of guards that his companion had. Giving no more than a passing glance to the Drakos mansion, he stopped to examine one of the fruit hanging lower over the gates before moving on as if nothing had caught his attention in the first place. He didn't need a second sweep to see that this would be a ripe one for taking.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
Nahash had been doing some scouting of his own, mostly disguised as a beggar in the market areas to get a feel of the citizens. His troupe was well versed enough in the how this process went, and those who weren't had been paired off with those of more experience, he didn't feel the need to keep close tabs on them any longer. When Khanh had brought him this particular opportunity he had been intrigued, and so he followed his closest friend through the streets of Colchis with a careful eye darting around them as much as he tried to seem nonchalant.
He'd dressed himself simply in one of the Greek style tunics with a dark cloak over his shoulders, a headscarf common among the lower class Egyptian merchants covered his dark hair and he had left off the bandage that usually covered his eye when he was acting the beggar. Ever since the slash that had given him the scar beneath his eye that was so wickedly prominent, his sight had been fading slightly in his left eye though the right was sharp as ever. As he walked along he wondered if perhaps he ought to have covered it after all to avoid any identifying marks, but as they strolled up the stairs and through the streets of the upper level of Colchis he could see the promise in this place.
"No soldiers."
It was an offhanded sort of comment, picking up on the same absence of guards that his companion had. Giving no more than a passing glance to the Drakos mansion, he stopped to examine one of the fruit hanging lower over the gates before moving on as if nothing had caught his attention in the first place. He didn't need a second sweep to see that this would be a ripe one for taking.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
When he’d led Nahash here, he hadn’t expected the man to be outwardly enthused. To Khanh’s eyes, Nahash was a quiet, self contained person who did not share overly much or get much excited over anything. All this was not to say that Khanh was under the impression that Nahash had no feelings; quite the opposite. But the leader of the Sariqas didn’t appear to feel the need to express all of his thoughts or emotions openly or even often. Usually this worked just fine. Khanh didn’t ever have the need to dump out his emotional frustrations on either Nahash or Zai, unless he was angry in some way.
Nahash’s gruff "No soldiers." had Khanh nodding and thinking this was a pretty good sign. He stopped with Nahash and watched the man examine low hanging fruit from a tree, though not actually take it. After all. They could be trusted. They were simply admiring. Passing through. Visitors, come to wonder at the beauty of Greece.
His companion took up his long strides again and Khanh fell into step with him, keeping his hands clasped behind his back and a smile on his face. He was not a man prone to melancholy moods and even now, when their business was fairly serious, he acted like this was just a fine day and a nice walk they were having together. Two friends out for a stroll and nothing more.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
“Definitely the idea,” Khanh agreed. “I believe this is the king’s cousin or sister. I’ve heard both but my Greek isn’t what it should be,” he shrugged. “Either way, I believe it will be worth the effort with very little trouble even if things go wrong.”
Here, he folded his large arms and glanced over at Nahash.
“The new girl. Somra. I’m of two minds. She might be good at what she does, but will she have a sudden issue of morals when the time comes? And what do we do then? A body isn’t something easy to hide or leave behind in this part of the city.”
He wasn’t suggesting they kill Somra...but he wasn’t not suggesting it, either.
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When he’d led Nahash here, he hadn’t expected the man to be outwardly enthused. To Khanh’s eyes, Nahash was a quiet, self contained person who did not share overly much or get much excited over anything. All this was not to say that Khanh was under the impression that Nahash had no feelings; quite the opposite. But the leader of the Sariqas didn’t appear to feel the need to express all of his thoughts or emotions openly or even often. Usually this worked just fine. Khanh didn’t ever have the need to dump out his emotional frustrations on either Nahash or Zai, unless he was angry in some way.
Nahash’s gruff "No soldiers." had Khanh nodding and thinking this was a pretty good sign. He stopped with Nahash and watched the man examine low hanging fruit from a tree, though not actually take it. After all. They could be trusted. They were simply admiring. Passing through. Visitors, come to wonder at the beauty of Greece.
His companion took up his long strides again and Khanh fell into step with him, keeping his hands clasped behind his back and a smile on his face. He was not a man prone to melancholy moods and even now, when their business was fairly serious, he acted like this was just a fine day and a nice walk they were having together. Two friends out for a stroll and nothing more.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
“Definitely the idea,” Khanh agreed. “I believe this is the king’s cousin or sister. I’ve heard both but my Greek isn’t what it should be,” he shrugged. “Either way, I believe it will be worth the effort with very little trouble even if things go wrong.”
Here, he folded his large arms and glanced over at Nahash.
“The new girl. Somra. I’m of two minds. She might be good at what she does, but will she have a sudden issue of morals when the time comes? And what do we do then? A body isn’t something easy to hide or leave behind in this part of the city.”
He wasn’t suggesting they kill Somra...but he wasn’t not suggesting it, either.
When he’d led Nahash here, he hadn’t expected the man to be outwardly enthused. To Khanh’s eyes, Nahash was a quiet, self contained person who did not share overly much or get much excited over anything. All this was not to say that Khanh was under the impression that Nahash had no feelings; quite the opposite. But the leader of the Sariqas didn’t appear to feel the need to express all of his thoughts or emotions openly or even often. Usually this worked just fine. Khanh didn’t ever have the need to dump out his emotional frustrations on either Nahash or Zai, unless he was angry in some way.
Nahash’s gruff "No soldiers." had Khanh nodding and thinking this was a pretty good sign. He stopped with Nahash and watched the man examine low hanging fruit from a tree, though not actually take it. After all. They could be trusted. They were simply admiring. Passing through. Visitors, come to wonder at the beauty of Greece.
His companion took up his long strides again and Khanh fell into step with him, keeping his hands clasped behind his back and a smile on his face. He was not a man prone to melancholy moods and even now, when their business was fairly serious, he acted like this was just a fine day and a nice walk they were having together. Two friends out for a stroll and nothing more.
"It looks well. Especially if there is no husband. We can take all that we need."
“Definitely the idea,” Khanh agreed. “I believe this is the king’s cousin or sister. I’ve heard both but my Greek isn’t what it should be,” he shrugged. “Either way, I believe it will be worth the effort with very little trouble even if things go wrong.”
Here, he folded his large arms and glanced over at Nahash.
“The new girl. Somra. I’m of two minds. She might be good at what she does, but will she have a sudden issue of morals when the time comes? And what do we do then? A body isn’t something easy to hide or leave behind in this part of the city.”
He wasn’t suggesting they kill Somra...but he wasn’t not suggesting it, either.
Nahash hummed in interest, the king's cousin or sister would mean a good deal in trophies. If she was of royal blood it was surprising that there were so few guards on the premises, unless she assumed that her blood alone would protect them from attack. The Greeks were a strange sort, he'd thought that it would be more of a challenge if he was being honest, but thus far the Colchians for all their reputation were proving to be easy pickings for his faction. They had all had little difficulty finding and taking what they needed thusfar, and if the royals didn't even keep guards about they would pick the place clean in no time.
Khanh's comment about the new girl drew a furrow in his brows. Somra was something exquisite to look at, but she had none of their stealth and subtlety that had kept them all alive. If he was able to avoid it, he didn't want to get rid of her, but his brother brought up an interesting point that they couldn't afford to ignore. Her morality had yet to be questioned and so he gave another nod as they turned a corner to head back toward their place of residence in the burned out city.
"Perhaps it is time for a test."
He spoke as if he was simply going to ask her to go to the shops and bring home the right items per direction, but Khanh would be familiar with the sort of thing he truly meant. Taking the girl out at night with a target and a goal, he could watch over her and ensure that all went well. If she proved her loyalty and capabilities, she would survive and return to the group. If not, he had no fear in finding a way to get rid of the body. The mine shafts were deep and dark enough to hide a body past identification, and the sea was just as easy a way to remove her.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do."
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Nahash hummed in interest, the king's cousin or sister would mean a good deal in trophies. If she was of royal blood it was surprising that there were so few guards on the premises, unless she assumed that her blood alone would protect them from attack. The Greeks were a strange sort, he'd thought that it would be more of a challenge if he was being honest, but thus far the Colchians for all their reputation were proving to be easy pickings for his faction. They had all had little difficulty finding and taking what they needed thusfar, and if the royals didn't even keep guards about they would pick the place clean in no time.
Khanh's comment about the new girl drew a furrow in his brows. Somra was something exquisite to look at, but she had none of their stealth and subtlety that had kept them all alive. If he was able to avoid it, he didn't want to get rid of her, but his brother brought up an interesting point that they couldn't afford to ignore. Her morality had yet to be questioned and so he gave another nod as they turned a corner to head back toward their place of residence in the burned out city.
"Perhaps it is time for a test."
He spoke as if he was simply going to ask her to go to the shops and bring home the right items per direction, but Khanh would be familiar with the sort of thing he truly meant. Taking the girl out at night with a target and a goal, he could watch over her and ensure that all went well. If she proved her loyalty and capabilities, she would survive and return to the group. If not, he had no fear in finding a way to get rid of the body. The mine shafts were deep and dark enough to hide a body past identification, and the sea was just as easy a way to remove her.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do."
Nahash hummed in interest, the king's cousin or sister would mean a good deal in trophies. If she was of royal blood it was surprising that there were so few guards on the premises, unless she assumed that her blood alone would protect them from attack. The Greeks were a strange sort, he'd thought that it would be more of a challenge if he was being honest, but thus far the Colchians for all their reputation were proving to be easy pickings for his faction. They had all had little difficulty finding and taking what they needed thusfar, and if the royals didn't even keep guards about they would pick the place clean in no time.
Khanh's comment about the new girl drew a furrow in his brows. Somra was something exquisite to look at, but she had none of their stealth and subtlety that had kept them all alive. If he was able to avoid it, he didn't want to get rid of her, but his brother brought up an interesting point that they couldn't afford to ignore. Her morality had yet to be questioned and so he gave another nod as they turned a corner to head back toward their place of residence in the burned out city.
"Perhaps it is time for a test."
He spoke as if he was simply going to ask her to go to the shops and bring home the right items per direction, but Khanh would be familiar with the sort of thing he truly meant. Taking the girl out at night with a target and a goal, he could watch over her and ensure that all went well. If she proved her loyalty and capabilities, she would survive and return to the group. If not, he had no fear in finding a way to get rid of the body. The mine shafts were deep and dark enough to hide a body past identification, and the sea was just as easy a way to remove her.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do."
He was of the same mind Nahash was; these people were so trusting. Possibly this was for two reasons; the first was that they were Greek. The Greeks were arrogant and self important, assuming their gods and armies were the most powerful in the world when that simply wasn’t true. Weren’t the Sariqas enough of a demonstration that the might of the Greeks on the battlefield didn’t matter? Their armor might be powerful and their phalanx battle formations formidable, but every soldier had a weakness and he decided that arrogance was that of the Greeks.
The second reason these Colchians didn’t appear to put too much thought into personal security was branching reason but one that flowed back into the other to form a circular logic. They trusted their gods to protect them, and they trusted the stone of this mountain into which the city was carved. The gods would surely not abandon such a strong city, and devout people; except that he could turn even from here and look at the damage below. He personally thought their gods had forsaken them. The fire also proved that even a city of stone could fall. It might not be easy to lay siege to, but it was more than simple for a select few to slip in through the cracks and tear the whole thing apart if they chose.
Nahash hummed and Khanh didn’t wipe off the small smile that played across his lips as the other agreed that Somra could use testing. His more petty side liked that Somra would have to deal with the leader. Khanh didn’t want the girl scared and quaking in her shoes. He was perfectly capable of doing that on his own. What he wanted was for her to understand her place and he felt that Nahash could do that better than he. There was a level of defiance in Somra that Khanh most definitely could crush from her as though she was a grape in a wine press. But that would leave a useless, terrified hull of a person behind. Not beneficial.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do." Nahash said slowly and Khanh slid his gaze sideways toward the other man.
“I would that I could come with you.” Maybe to watch the girl fall. Maybe to see her break. He really was split in regards to her; both wanting to see her fail and succeed, when only one outcome could happen. “Come. I think we’re being observed,” he said in a low voice and turned, walking slowly back the way they’d come along the street, leaving the Drakos manor behind while a servant stood sweeping in the yard, eyeing them. He didn’t know exactly how Greek households worked and which servant meant what or how important they were or how much esteem was given to a servant’s testimony. What he did know was that he didn’t want a witness saying they’d seen something suspicious. At most, the girl could only say she’d seen two foreign men at this point.
They made their way back to the safe house to explain how this would work to the others.
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He was of the same mind Nahash was; these people were so trusting. Possibly this was for two reasons; the first was that they were Greek. The Greeks were arrogant and self important, assuming their gods and armies were the most powerful in the world when that simply wasn’t true. Weren’t the Sariqas enough of a demonstration that the might of the Greeks on the battlefield didn’t matter? Their armor might be powerful and their phalanx battle formations formidable, but every soldier had a weakness and he decided that arrogance was that of the Greeks.
The second reason these Colchians didn’t appear to put too much thought into personal security was branching reason but one that flowed back into the other to form a circular logic. They trusted their gods to protect them, and they trusted the stone of this mountain into which the city was carved. The gods would surely not abandon such a strong city, and devout people; except that he could turn even from here and look at the damage below. He personally thought their gods had forsaken them. The fire also proved that even a city of stone could fall. It might not be easy to lay siege to, but it was more than simple for a select few to slip in through the cracks and tear the whole thing apart if they chose.
Nahash hummed and Khanh didn’t wipe off the small smile that played across his lips as the other agreed that Somra could use testing. His more petty side liked that Somra would have to deal with the leader. Khanh didn’t want the girl scared and quaking in her shoes. He was perfectly capable of doing that on his own. What he wanted was for her to understand her place and he felt that Nahash could do that better than he. There was a level of defiance in Somra that Khanh most definitely could crush from her as though she was a grape in a wine press. But that would leave a useless, terrified hull of a person behind. Not beneficial.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do." Nahash said slowly and Khanh slid his gaze sideways toward the other man.
“I would that I could come with you.” Maybe to watch the girl fall. Maybe to see her break. He really was split in regards to her; both wanting to see her fail and succeed, when only one outcome could happen. “Come. I think we’re being observed,” he said in a low voice and turned, walking slowly back the way they’d come along the street, leaving the Drakos manor behind while a servant stood sweeping in the yard, eyeing them. He didn’t know exactly how Greek households worked and which servant meant what or how important they were or how much esteem was given to a servant’s testimony. What he did know was that he didn’t want a witness saying they’d seen something suspicious. At most, the girl could only say she’d seen two foreign men at this point.
They made their way back to the safe house to explain how this would work to the others.
He was of the same mind Nahash was; these people were so trusting. Possibly this was for two reasons; the first was that they were Greek. The Greeks were arrogant and self important, assuming their gods and armies were the most powerful in the world when that simply wasn’t true. Weren’t the Sariqas enough of a demonstration that the might of the Greeks on the battlefield didn’t matter? Their armor might be powerful and their phalanx battle formations formidable, but every soldier had a weakness and he decided that arrogance was that of the Greeks.
The second reason these Colchians didn’t appear to put too much thought into personal security was branching reason but one that flowed back into the other to form a circular logic. They trusted their gods to protect them, and they trusted the stone of this mountain into which the city was carved. The gods would surely not abandon such a strong city, and devout people; except that he could turn even from here and look at the damage below. He personally thought their gods had forsaken them. The fire also proved that even a city of stone could fall. It might not be easy to lay siege to, but it was more than simple for a select few to slip in through the cracks and tear the whole thing apart if they chose.
Nahash hummed and Khanh didn’t wipe off the small smile that played across his lips as the other agreed that Somra could use testing. His more petty side liked that Somra would have to deal with the leader. Khanh didn’t want the girl scared and quaking in her shoes. He was perfectly capable of doing that on his own. What he wanted was for her to understand her place and he felt that Nahash could do that better than he. There was a level of defiance in Somra that Khanh most definitely could crush from her as though she was a grape in a wine press. But that would leave a useless, terrified hull of a person behind. Not beneficial.
"I will take her tonight. We shall see what she can do." Nahash said slowly and Khanh slid his gaze sideways toward the other man.
“I would that I could come with you.” Maybe to watch the girl fall. Maybe to see her break. He really was split in regards to her; both wanting to see her fail and succeed, when only one outcome could happen. “Come. I think we’re being observed,” he said in a low voice and turned, walking slowly back the way they’d come along the street, leaving the Drakos manor behind while a servant stood sweeping in the yard, eyeing them. He didn’t know exactly how Greek households worked and which servant meant what or how important they were or how much esteem was given to a servant’s testimony. What he did know was that he didn’t want a witness saying they’d seen something suspicious. At most, the girl could only say she’d seen two foreign men at this point.
They made their way back to the safe house to explain how this would work to the others.