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After the ravages of storms and fires, the public bathhouses of the city of Midas have been fully repaired and opened. Whilst families were previously forced to bathe in what they could fetch from communal wells (causing some very long queues in the streets) or claim the mountain side to the hot springs, the bathhouses now open their doors to the rich and the poor. In a rare moment where the ranks of the city are colliding as equals thanks to the auspiciousness of the occasion, several investigative minds are focused elsewhere... For the bathhouses were built on the exact location where the fires burnt hottest within the city and during the reconstruction of the building... tunnels were found down to the mines... Just what was the digger after and is it likely they would appear at such an event in order to check that their handiwork has remained undiscovered...?
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After the ravages of storms and fires, the public bathhouses of the city of Midas have been fully repaired and opened. Whilst families were previously forced to bathe in what they could fetch from communal wells (causing some very long queues in the streets) or claim the mountain side to the hot springs, the bathhouses now open their doors to the rich and the poor. In a rare moment where the ranks of the city are colliding as equals thanks to the auspiciousness of the occasion, several investigative minds are focused elsewhere... For the bathhouses were built on the exact location where the fires burnt hottest within the city and during the reconstruction of the building... tunnels were found down to the mines... Just what was the digger after and is it likely they would appear at such an event in order to check that their handiwork has remained undiscovered...?
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After the ravages of storms and fires, the public bathhouses of the city of Midas have been fully repaired and opened. Whilst families were previously forced to bathe in what they could fetch from communal wells (causing some very long queues in the streets) or claim the mountain side to the hot springs, the bathhouses now open their doors to the rich and the poor. In a rare moment where the ranks of the city are colliding as equals thanks to the auspiciousness of the occasion, several investigative minds are focused elsewhere... For the bathhouses were built on the exact location where the fires burnt hottest within the city and during the reconstruction of the building... tunnels were found down to the mines... Just what was the digger after and is it likely they would appear at such an event in order to check that their handiwork has remained undiscovered...?
Vangelis had never felt so decidedly uncomfortable for keeping his clothes on. It was a bizarre reversal of norms that had him in a bad mood from the moment he opened the new bathhouse in his official capacity as Prince.
He didn't abhor the duty in and of itself. The city of Midas had been struck by so many tragedies so far that summer and the Kirakles islands were about to be hit with their hurricane and monsoon season, that the victories and successes of the people and their leaders needed to be celebrated - regardless of how infrequent they might have been.
As such, he was proud to represent his family and declare the public bathhouses in the lower levels of the capitol, to be open for use and stand with humble servitude as his people stopped to thank him and bow their gratitude as they headed inside.
He watched as husbands and wives, fathers and sons, whole families would now be able to avoid the hard labour of carrying buckets to and from the nearest well in order to fill a basin enough in which to bathe. Now, for the expense of very little, they would be able to bathe in the washrooms built by his family and constructed by the military units still lingering in the capitol - one of which was the Red Knights.
But inspecting his unit's handiwork was not Vangelis' primary purpose in attending to his duties here. Nor was the chance to be the hero for once instead of the terrifying villain, pleasant as it was.
Instead, Vangelis was here to meet Magnus and discuss the tunnels found in a back room that was now closed off to the public. A tunnel that would perhaps give some answers as to how the fires beneath the capitol had begun just a few months before.
It was for this reason that Vangelis was fully dressed, unwilling to strip down for a bathe he would not be taking and an inspection of tunnels that would likely lead to dirt regardless.
He just had to suffer through feeling ridiculously overdressed as he waited in the men's bathing chambers for his Master Informer, who knew exactly where they needed to go.
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Vangelis had never felt so decidedly uncomfortable for keeping his clothes on. It was a bizarre reversal of norms that had him in a bad mood from the moment he opened the new bathhouse in his official capacity as Prince.
He didn't abhor the duty in and of itself. The city of Midas had been struck by so many tragedies so far that summer and the Kirakles islands were about to be hit with their hurricane and monsoon season, that the victories and successes of the people and their leaders needed to be celebrated - regardless of how infrequent they might have been.
As such, he was proud to represent his family and declare the public bathhouses in the lower levels of the capitol, to be open for use and stand with humble servitude as his people stopped to thank him and bow their gratitude as they headed inside.
He watched as husbands and wives, fathers and sons, whole families would now be able to avoid the hard labour of carrying buckets to and from the nearest well in order to fill a basin enough in which to bathe. Now, for the expense of very little, they would be able to bathe in the washrooms built by his family and constructed by the military units still lingering in the capitol - one of which was the Red Knights.
But inspecting his unit's handiwork was not Vangelis' primary purpose in attending to his duties here. Nor was the chance to be the hero for once instead of the terrifying villain, pleasant as it was.
Instead, Vangelis was here to meet Magnus and discuss the tunnels found in a back room that was now closed off to the public. A tunnel that would perhaps give some answers as to how the fires beneath the capitol had begun just a few months before.
It was for this reason that Vangelis was fully dressed, unwilling to strip down for a bathe he would not be taking and an inspection of tunnels that would likely lead to dirt regardless.
He just had to suffer through feeling ridiculously overdressed as he waited in the men's bathing chambers for his Master Informer, who knew exactly where they needed to go.
Vangelis had never felt so decidedly uncomfortable for keeping his clothes on. It was a bizarre reversal of norms that had him in a bad mood from the moment he opened the new bathhouse in his official capacity as Prince.
He didn't abhor the duty in and of itself. The city of Midas had been struck by so many tragedies so far that summer and the Kirakles islands were about to be hit with their hurricane and monsoon season, that the victories and successes of the people and their leaders needed to be celebrated - regardless of how infrequent they might have been.
As such, he was proud to represent his family and declare the public bathhouses in the lower levels of the capitol, to be open for use and stand with humble servitude as his people stopped to thank him and bow their gratitude as they headed inside.
He watched as husbands and wives, fathers and sons, whole families would now be able to avoid the hard labour of carrying buckets to and from the nearest well in order to fill a basin enough in which to bathe. Now, for the expense of very little, they would be able to bathe in the washrooms built by his family and constructed by the military units still lingering in the capitol - one of which was the Red Knights.
But inspecting his unit's handiwork was not Vangelis' primary purpose in attending to his duties here. Nor was the chance to be the hero for once instead of the terrifying villain, pleasant as it was.
Instead, Vangelis was here to meet Magnus and discuss the tunnels found in a back room that was now closed off to the public. A tunnel that would perhaps give some answers as to how the fires beneath the capitol had begun just a few months before.
It was for this reason that Vangelis was fully dressed, unwilling to strip down for a bathe he would not be taking and an inspection of tunnels that would likely lead to dirt regardless.
He just had to suffer through feeling ridiculously overdressed as he waited in the men's bathing chambers for his Master Informer, who knew exactly where they needed to go.
It was rare that his work and tasks would send him to bathhouses, of all places. Sure, they were the places that most gossips took place,and when it came to gaining information, it would be prime location for any Master Informer. But his face was too well known for it to be of any use, so Magnus usually made use of the network of people he had both in Upper and Lower levels, those who owed him favors from what he had used to do for them as a litigator, currying good images from those who could help him. While some may scoff at the idea of a simply town crier or young boy being of use, Magnus knew that it was these inconspicuous figures that people usually didn't take note of, and they could gain him much information from just being present and listening.
Yet, if the Crown prince summoned, who be he to say no.
Ensuring that his plans to visit the Valaoritis manor was in place for a visit soon (afore Iolanthe had his head, for the plans really needed to move forward soon, or Magnus would be forced to take dire action), he put on his best tunic and leather overcoat, before taking his way to the new bathhouses recently opened by the royal family. It was a decidedly calm event after the massive news of the return of a King previously thought dead which had rocked Colchis, and while much of their kingdom was still recovering, it was still obvious from the side glances that some were still cautious.
Arriving just in time to see as husbands, wives, families old and young alike making their way into the bathhouses, a small smile played upon his lips as he saw Vangelis shifting uncomfortable, even as he wore a smile to greet those thanking him profusely at the entrance. It was to no surprise that the Crown Prince, so used to a military lifestyle, would be disconcerted by a simple task of officiating a bathhouse, but Magnus had seen enough of the man to know he would be.
Finally deeming his suffering enough as Vangelis entered the men's bathing chambers, in his black leather boots, smiling and greeting at a few people he recognized, before giving a deeper bow as was appropriate when one greeted another of higher ranking as he entered and saw the form of Vangelis. "My prince," he murmured, thinking that if he had returned just a few days earlier, he would have to call Vangelis 'Your Highness'. Yet that was not the question for today. Despite having only arrived on Colchian shores just the day before, Magnus's network of informants was large and wide, and it took almost no time for him to receive all forms of news that updated him to all that had happened in his absence.
While the information was usually for Magnus himself to deal with, one particular tidbit had sprung out at him, and the Master Informer had headed to the newly repaired bathhouses the evening after the feast and discussions had concluded to check the discovered tunnels out, before returning home for the night. Having a rough map of almost all underground tunnels known of to the people of Midas, it was very surprising to Magnus when the excavations dredged up this new set, and that it was exactly where the fires of Midas had burned hottest during the disaster struck a chord within the Master Informer.
Eventually, Magnus had decided to send a runner to Vangelis first thing in the morning, which then led them to where they were now, where Magnus waved a hand for Vangelis to come with him, and began to lead the crown prince deeper into the bathhouses. Already, the people who had entered were beginning to make use of the facilities, but unlike them, neither royal nor informer were there for such a purpose today. Instead, Magnus led Vangelis to a cordoned off area, guarded by a couple of the city guards who stepped aside to allow Magnus and Vangelis in. It was there, that a dim torch light would illuminate a roughly made tunnel that was obviously dug manually, in a place it wasn't supposed to be at all. "The last time I sent someone down there to check, it led directly to the mines below us, my prince."
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It was rare that his work and tasks would send him to bathhouses, of all places. Sure, they were the places that most gossips took place,and when it came to gaining information, it would be prime location for any Master Informer. But his face was too well known for it to be of any use, so Magnus usually made use of the network of people he had both in Upper and Lower levels, those who owed him favors from what he had used to do for them as a litigator, currying good images from those who could help him. While some may scoff at the idea of a simply town crier or young boy being of use, Magnus knew that it was these inconspicuous figures that people usually didn't take note of, and they could gain him much information from just being present and listening.
Yet, if the Crown prince summoned, who be he to say no.
Ensuring that his plans to visit the Valaoritis manor was in place for a visit soon (afore Iolanthe had his head, for the plans really needed to move forward soon, or Magnus would be forced to take dire action), he put on his best tunic and leather overcoat, before taking his way to the new bathhouses recently opened by the royal family. It was a decidedly calm event after the massive news of the return of a King previously thought dead which had rocked Colchis, and while much of their kingdom was still recovering, it was still obvious from the side glances that some were still cautious.
Arriving just in time to see as husbands, wives, families old and young alike making their way into the bathhouses, a small smile played upon his lips as he saw Vangelis shifting uncomfortable, even as he wore a smile to greet those thanking him profusely at the entrance. It was to no surprise that the Crown Prince, so used to a military lifestyle, would be disconcerted by a simple task of officiating a bathhouse, but Magnus had seen enough of the man to know he would be.
Finally deeming his suffering enough as Vangelis entered the men's bathing chambers, in his black leather boots, smiling and greeting at a few people he recognized, before giving a deeper bow as was appropriate when one greeted another of higher ranking as he entered and saw the form of Vangelis. "My prince," he murmured, thinking that if he had returned just a few days earlier, he would have to call Vangelis 'Your Highness'. Yet that was not the question for today. Despite having only arrived on Colchian shores just the day before, Magnus's network of informants was large and wide, and it took almost no time for him to receive all forms of news that updated him to all that had happened in his absence.
While the information was usually for Magnus himself to deal with, one particular tidbit had sprung out at him, and the Master Informer had headed to the newly repaired bathhouses the evening after the feast and discussions had concluded to check the discovered tunnels out, before returning home for the night. Having a rough map of almost all underground tunnels known of to the people of Midas, it was very surprising to Magnus when the excavations dredged up this new set, and that it was exactly where the fires of Midas had burned hottest during the disaster struck a chord within the Master Informer.
Eventually, Magnus had decided to send a runner to Vangelis first thing in the morning, which then led them to where they were now, where Magnus waved a hand for Vangelis to come with him, and began to lead the crown prince deeper into the bathhouses. Already, the people who had entered were beginning to make use of the facilities, but unlike them, neither royal nor informer were there for such a purpose today. Instead, Magnus led Vangelis to a cordoned off area, guarded by a couple of the city guards who stepped aside to allow Magnus and Vangelis in. It was there, that a dim torch light would illuminate a roughly made tunnel that was obviously dug manually, in a place it wasn't supposed to be at all. "The last time I sent someone down there to check, it led directly to the mines below us, my prince."
It was rare that his work and tasks would send him to bathhouses, of all places. Sure, they were the places that most gossips took place,and when it came to gaining information, it would be prime location for any Master Informer. But his face was too well known for it to be of any use, so Magnus usually made use of the network of people he had both in Upper and Lower levels, those who owed him favors from what he had used to do for them as a litigator, currying good images from those who could help him. While some may scoff at the idea of a simply town crier or young boy being of use, Magnus knew that it was these inconspicuous figures that people usually didn't take note of, and they could gain him much information from just being present and listening.
Yet, if the Crown prince summoned, who be he to say no.
Ensuring that his plans to visit the Valaoritis manor was in place for a visit soon (afore Iolanthe had his head, for the plans really needed to move forward soon, or Magnus would be forced to take dire action), he put on his best tunic and leather overcoat, before taking his way to the new bathhouses recently opened by the royal family. It was a decidedly calm event after the massive news of the return of a King previously thought dead which had rocked Colchis, and while much of their kingdom was still recovering, it was still obvious from the side glances that some were still cautious.
Arriving just in time to see as husbands, wives, families old and young alike making their way into the bathhouses, a small smile played upon his lips as he saw Vangelis shifting uncomfortable, even as he wore a smile to greet those thanking him profusely at the entrance. It was to no surprise that the Crown Prince, so used to a military lifestyle, would be disconcerted by a simple task of officiating a bathhouse, but Magnus had seen enough of the man to know he would be.
Finally deeming his suffering enough as Vangelis entered the men's bathing chambers, in his black leather boots, smiling and greeting at a few people he recognized, before giving a deeper bow as was appropriate when one greeted another of higher ranking as he entered and saw the form of Vangelis. "My prince," he murmured, thinking that if he had returned just a few days earlier, he would have to call Vangelis 'Your Highness'. Yet that was not the question for today. Despite having only arrived on Colchian shores just the day before, Magnus's network of informants was large and wide, and it took almost no time for him to receive all forms of news that updated him to all that had happened in his absence.
While the information was usually for Magnus himself to deal with, one particular tidbit had sprung out at him, and the Master Informer had headed to the newly repaired bathhouses the evening after the feast and discussions had concluded to check the discovered tunnels out, before returning home for the night. Having a rough map of almost all underground tunnels known of to the people of Midas, it was very surprising to Magnus when the excavations dredged up this new set, and that it was exactly where the fires of Midas had burned hottest during the disaster struck a chord within the Master Informer.
Eventually, Magnus had decided to send a runner to Vangelis first thing in the morning, which then led them to where they were now, where Magnus waved a hand for Vangelis to come with him, and began to lead the crown prince deeper into the bathhouses. Already, the people who had entered were beginning to make use of the facilities, but unlike them, neither royal nor informer were there for such a purpose today. Instead, Magnus led Vangelis to a cordoned off area, guarded by a couple of the city guards who stepped aside to allow Magnus and Vangelis in. It was there, that a dim torch light would illuminate a roughly made tunnel that was obviously dug manually, in a place it wasn't supposed to be at all. "The last time I sent someone down there to check, it led directly to the mines below us, my prince."
Vangelis followed his Master Informer with an expression of stoic concentration and a blind following that spoke of his trust in Magnus' loyalty. Whilst he was a Crown Prince who had to constantly remain vigilant to potential threats - for his life was not his own but the life of the future king of Colchis (a fact that was only becoming more and more apparent given recent events) - Vangelis feared not for his life when in the company of Magnus. The man operated in a very small sphere for people that Vangelis would trust explicitly and all-encompassingly. It was the same sphere that Nike held a strong position in, alongside his brothers.
Therefore, there was little fear or concern in regards to the man who led him through to a back storage room in the bathhouses and then through an opening that they had yet to close up, pending the investigations of the tunnels beyond. The only consideration of danger that crossed Vangelis' mind from that point onwards was that of the rocks above his head as they eased their way into the tunnels that led steadily downwards. Whilst he trusted Magnus to have ensured that the path was safe for the next royal to sit on the throne of Colchis, there were only so many checks you could perform on the rock before allowing for the fact that it could cave in at any moment, regardless of precautions. Mother earth was fickle that way.
Ignoring the frisson of unease that skirted somewhere in his lower belly, Vangelis pushed aside all thoughts that this was the first time he had been beneath the city, in the tunnels of the mines, since his brush with death during the storm some months ago. A journey that had left him bedridden for weeks, attempting to regrow strength in the bones down one side of his body. Being once more beneath the rock was not a comfortable place to be, despite his status now as being fully healthy and fit.
Moving carefully down the route that Magnus took him, Vangelis was quick to note that the size of the tunnel was not large. It forced him to bend low, until his chest was almost flush with the tops of his thighs and, at one point, where the rock was particularly strong and the burrowers had given up attempting to push past and had dug beneath the heavier deposit, shallow enough that the two men had to crawl along on their bellies in order to reach the other side. Magnus, Vangelis was pleased to note, was careful in keeping the burning torch they had taken with them, out of the dampness that coated the rock in a soft sheen and ensured that their light source did not fail them on their journey down into the mines.
For that was where the tunnel - however small and amateur it was - finally led them. Opening up in the centre of a wall, where they were forced to jump down several feet into a larger and more open tunnel, Vangelis turned to Magnus in order to have it confirmed that this was the official tunnel upon their maps. A tunnel they used to extract gold ore from beneath the capitol city, named for the deposits in its foundation.
The open cavern in which they stood was dark and dank but high enough that Vangelis could at least stand with only the slightest stoop to his shoulders. He could hear the dripping of water somewhere, as this area was permeated with natural springs - hence the building of the bathhouses above.
"Where exactly are we Magnus?" He asked, looking towards his Informer for a more specific location. Just exactly where had these burrowers been digging to?
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Vangelis followed his Master Informer with an expression of stoic concentration and a blind following that spoke of his trust in Magnus' loyalty. Whilst he was a Crown Prince who had to constantly remain vigilant to potential threats - for his life was not his own but the life of the future king of Colchis (a fact that was only becoming more and more apparent given recent events) - Vangelis feared not for his life when in the company of Magnus. The man operated in a very small sphere for people that Vangelis would trust explicitly and all-encompassingly. It was the same sphere that Nike held a strong position in, alongside his brothers.
Therefore, there was little fear or concern in regards to the man who led him through to a back storage room in the bathhouses and then through an opening that they had yet to close up, pending the investigations of the tunnels beyond. The only consideration of danger that crossed Vangelis' mind from that point onwards was that of the rocks above his head as they eased their way into the tunnels that led steadily downwards. Whilst he trusted Magnus to have ensured that the path was safe for the next royal to sit on the throne of Colchis, there were only so many checks you could perform on the rock before allowing for the fact that it could cave in at any moment, regardless of precautions. Mother earth was fickle that way.
Ignoring the frisson of unease that skirted somewhere in his lower belly, Vangelis pushed aside all thoughts that this was the first time he had been beneath the city, in the tunnels of the mines, since his brush with death during the storm some months ago. A journey that had left him bedridden for weeks, attempting to regrow strength in the bones down one side of his body. Being once more beneath the rock was not a comfortable place to be, despite his status now as being fully healthy and fit.
Moving carefully down the route that Magnus took him, Vangelis was quick to note that the size of the tunnel was not large. It forced him to bend low, until his chest was almost flush with the tops of his thighs and, at one point, where the rock was particularly strong and the burrowers had given up attempting to push past and had dug beneath the heavier deposit, shallow enough that the two men had to crawl along on their bellies in order to reach the other side. Magnus, Vangelis was pleased to note, was careful in keeping the burning torch they had taken with them, out of the dampness that coated the rock in a soft sheen and ensured that their light source did not fail them on their journey down into the mines.
For that was where the tunnel - however small and amateur it was - finally led them. Opening up in the centre of a wall, where they were forced to jump down several feet into a larger and more open tunnel, Vangelis turned to Magnus in order to have it confirmed that this was the official tunnel upon their maps. A tunnel they used to extract gold ore from beneath the capitol city, named for the deposits in its foundation.
The open cavern in which they stood was dark and dank but high enough that Vangelis could at least stand with only the slightest stoop to his shoulders. He could hear the dripping of water somewhere, as this area was permeated with natural springs - hence the building of the bathhouses above.
"Where exactly are we Magnus?" He asked, looking towards his Informer for a more specific location. Just exactly where had these burrowers been digging to?
Vangelis followed his Master Informer with an expression of stoic concentration and a blind following that spoke of his trust in Magnus' loyalty. Whilst he was a Crown Prince who had to constantly remain vigilant to potential threats - for his life was not his own but the life of the future king of Colchis (a fact that was only becoming more and more apparent given recent events) - Vangelis feared not for his life when in the company of Magnus. The man operated in a very small sphere for people that Vangelis would trust explicitly and all-encompassingly. It was the same sphere that Nike held a strong position in, alongside his brothers.
Therefore, there was little fear or concern in regards to the man who led him through to a back storage room in the bathhouses and then through an opening that they had yet to close up, pending the investigations of the tunnels beyond. The only consideration of danger that crossed Vangelis' mind from that point onwards was that of the rocks above his head as they eased their way into the tunnels that led steadily downwards. Whilst he trusted Magnus to have ensured that the path was safe for the next royal to sit on the throne of Colchis, there were only so many checks you could perform on the rock before allowing for the fact that it could cave in at any moment, regardless of precautions. Mother earth was fickle that way.
Ignoring the frisson of unease that skirted somewhere in his lower belly, Vangelis pushed aside all thoughts that this was the first time he had been beneath the city, in the tunnels of the mines, since his brush with death during the storm some months ago. A journey that had left him bedridden for weeks, attempting to regrow strength in the bones down one side of his body. Being once more beneath the rock was not a comfortable place to be, despite his status now as being fully healthy and fit.
Moving carefully down the route that Magnus took him, Vangelis was quick to note that the size of the tunnel was not large. It forced him to bend low, until his chest was almost flush with the tops of his thighs and, at one point, where the rock was particularly strong and the burrowers had given up attempting to push past and had dug beneath the heavier deposit, shallow enough that the two men had to crawl along on their bellies in order to reach the other side. Magnus, Vangelis was pleased to note, was careful in keeping the burning torch they had taken with them, out of the dampness that coated the rock in a soft sheen and ensured that their light source did not fail them on their journey down into the mines.
For that was where the tunnel - however small and amateur it was - finally led them. Opening up in the centre of a wall, where they were forced to jump down several feet into a larger and more open tunnel, Vangelis turned to Magnus in order to have it confirmed that this was the official tunnel upon their maps. A tunnel they used to extract gold ore from beneath the capitol city, named for the deposits in its foundation.
The open cavern in which they stood was dark and dank but high enough that Vangelis could at least stand with only the slightest stoop to his shoulders. He could hear the dripping of water somewhere, as this area was permeated with natural springs - hence the building of the bathhouses above.
"Where exactly are we Magnus?" He asked, looking towards his Informer for a more specific location. Just exactly where had these burrowers been digging to?
Somra didn’t care much about actually using the bathhouse for its true purpose, though she was a woman who liked to be clean, she much preferred the hot springs she had found, plus the climb up to them. Today she was here in the hopes of overhearing some information, or perhaps meeting someone that would give her some information with a little persuasion. What ever happened, she thought it was a gathering that they should have some sort of presence at. Nahash seemed to agree, for he decided to accompany her there as well. Along with Khanh, which she thought was rather unfortunate. He was the person that she least liked out of all of them.
Whether it was out of distrust for the young woman, or the chance to bathe, or gather information, or perhaps something else entirely different, the leader of their little group now accompanied the newest member towards the newly built bathhouse, along with Khanh.
She didn’t say a word as they walked, unsure of their feelings towards her and unwilling to push her luck with idle chatter, she had learned that she was better off keeping to herself, at least around those that she now worked with. She didn’t particularly trust any of them, and she was sure that they didn’t trust her either. Somra had shown her skills and value to Nahash and Khanh both, but that didn’t mean that they trusted her yet. She wasn’t sure if they ever would.
Today she was wearing a muted dress, one made of a dark blue fabric that wouldn’t make her stand out, though it was a light fabric, long and flowy, there were cuts in it so her legs would show as she walked. Just because she was trying not to stand out didn’t mean she was going to look like some common street trash. And besides, having her legs unrestrained by fabric would make things easier if she needed to run, jump or climb.
When they arrived at the bathhouses, she noticed that there was already a small crowd gathering, and her black eyes studied the people, taking in their faces to see if there were any targets worth remembering. So far there didn’t seem to be anyone overly interesting outside of the building. She couldn’t speak for the inside. It was a good idea that the two men were with her, they could survey the men’s side of the baths while she could do the women’s side.
She paused outside with them, waiting for one of them to speak of any plans that they had for the day. She assumed it would be rather basic, but she didn’t want to head straight in if Nahash had other ideas for what he wanted her to do.
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Somra didn’t care much about actually using the bathhouse for its true purpose, though she was a woman who liked to be clean, she much preferred the hot springs she had found, plus the climb up to them. Today she was here in the hopes of overhearing some information, or perhaps meeting someone that would give her some information with a little persuasion. What ever happened, she thought it was a gathering that they should have some sort of presence at. Nahash seemed to agree, for he decided to accompany her there as well. Along with Khanh, which she thought was rather unfortunate. He was the person that she least liked out of all of them.
Whether it was out of distrust for the young woman, or the chance to bathe, or gather information, or perhaps something else entirely different, the leader of their little group now accompanied the newest member towards the newly built bathhouse, along with Khanh.
She didn’t say a word as they walked, unsure of their feelings towards her and unwilling to push her luck with idle chatter, she had learned that she was better off keeping to herself, at least around those that she now worked with. She didn’t particularly trust any of them, and she was sure that they didn’t trust her either. Somra had shown her skills and value to Nahash and Khanh both, but that didn’t mean that they trusted her yet. She wasn’t sure if they ever would.
Today she was wearing a muted dress, one made of a dark blue fabric that wouldn’t make her stand out, though it was a light fabric, long and flowy, there were cuts in it so her legs would show as she walked. Just because she was trying not to stand out didn’t mean she was going to look like some common street trash. And besides, having her legs unrestrained by fabric would make things easier if she needed to run, jump or climb.
When they arrived at the bathhouses, she noticed that there was already a small crowd gathering, and her black eyes studied the people, taking in their faces to see if there were any targets worth remembering. So far there didn’t seem to be anyone overly interesting outside of the building. She couldn’t speak for the inside. It was a good idea that the two men were with her, they could survey the men’s side of the baths while she could do the women’s side.
She paused outside with them, waiting for one of them to speak of any plans that they had for the day. She assumed it would be rather basic, but she didn’t want to head straight in if Nahash had other ideas for what he wanted her to do.
Somra didn’t care much about actually using the bathhouse for its true purpose, though she was a woman who liked to be clean, she much preferred the hot springs she had found, plus the climb up to them. Today she was here in the hopes of overhearing some information, or perhaps meeting someone that would give her some information with a little persuasion. What ever happened, she thought it was a gathering that they should have some sort of presence at. Nahash seemed to agree, for he decided to accompany her there as well. Along with Khanh, which she thought was rather unfortunate. He was the person that she least liked out of all of them.
Whether it was out of distrust for the young woman, or the chance to bathe, or gather information, or perhaps something else entirely different, the leader of their little group now accompanied the newest member towards the newly built bathhouse, along with Khanh.
She didn’t say a word as they walked, unsure of their feelings towards her and unwilling to push her luck with idle chatter, she had learned that she was better off keeping to herself, at least around those that she now worked with. She didn’t particularly trust any of them, and she was sure that they didn’t trust her either. Somra had shown her skills and value to Nahash and Khanh both, but that didn’t mean that they trusted her yet. She wasn’t sure if they ever would.
Today she was wearing a muted dress, one made of a dark blue fabric that wouldn’t make her stand out, though it was a light fabric, long and flowy, there were cuts in it so her legs would show as she walked. Just because she was trying not to stand out didn’t mean she was going to look like some common street trash. And besides, having her legs unrestrained by fabric would make things easier if she needed to run, jump or climb.
When they arrived at the bathhouses, she noticed that there was already a small crowd gathering, and her black eyes studied the people, taking in their faces to see if there were any targets worth remembering. So far there didn’t seem to be anyone overly interesting outside of the building. She couldn’t speak for the inside. It was a good idea that the two men were with her, they could survey the men’s side of the baths while she could do the women’s side.
She paused outside with them, waiting for one of them to speak of any plans that they had for the day. She assumed it would be rather basic, but she didn’t want to head straight in if Nahash had other ideas for what he wanted her to do.
Unlike everyone else here, he couldn’t wait to bathe. In Egypt, they kept themselves incredibly, almost obsessively clean and while the Greeks did appreciate clean bodies as well, they didn’t appear to put quite as much emphasis on it. It was difficult to keep himself to the standards of cleanliness that he was used to here and without having proper access to the Egyptian bath houses, where one bathed and waxed and came out as clean as when they were bathed after birth, he’d have to make due with just washing here.
The walk down with Somra and Nahash was pleasant and without incident. Somra had tamed her tongue and Khanh quite liked her this way. She was respectful and useful, and, more importantly, not making them a liability. Was she still being watched in the same way a hawk hunted mice? Absolutely. He’d be an idiot to trust her, especially with her sullen attitude still in place. But she was coming along nicely.
Once they stopped outside of the bath house, he watched the Crown Prince with interest, side eyeing Nahash and nodding toward Vangelis. So that was what a Kotas looked like. Before they did what they came to Colchis to do, they’d need to know what all the royals looked like and how to avoid them. This was as good a way as any. He placed his hand on the back of Somra’s neck and pulled her back just enough so that he could murmur in her ear. Their height difference was such that he had to lean down to do it.
“Keep your eyes and ears open in there,” he said. “Even little off handed comments can be useful. Learn names if you can. Don’t be memorable.” He released her and pushed on Nahash’s shoulder with his own. “Ready?”
Someone spoke near him and he looked over to find a giant of a woman - or he assumed it was a woman, but...might not be? Khanh blinked, looking the person up and down. He’d just told Somra out of anyone’s earshot, to be not memorable and here he was, staring at the oddest person he’d ever seen. Shaking his head, he got it together and turned away, pushing Nahash in front of him.
“That is the ugliest human I’ve ever seen,” he muttered quietly. “Let’s get in there, hmm?”
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Unlike everyone else here, he couldn’t wait to bathe. In Egypt, they kept themselves incredibly, almost obsessively clean and while the Greeks did appreciate clean bodies as well, they didn’t appear to put quite as much emphasis on it. It was difficult to keep himself to the standards of cleanliness that he was used to here and without having proper access to the Egyptian bath houses, where one bathed and waxed and came out as clean as when they were bathed after birth, he’d have to make due with just washing here.
The walk down with Somra and Nahash was pleasant and without incident. Somra had tamed her tongue and Khanh quite liked her this way. She was respectful and useful, and, more importantly, not making them a liability. Was she still being watched in the same way a hawk hunted mice? Absolutely. He’d be an idiot to trust her, especially with her sullen attitude still in place. But she was coming along nicely.
Once they stopped outside of the bath house, he watched the Crown Prince with interest, side eyeing Nahash and nodding toward Vangelis. So that was what a Kotas looked like. Before they did what they came to Colchis to do, they’d need to know what all the royals looked like and how to avoid them. This was as good a way as any. He placed his hand on the back of Somra’s neck and pulled her back just enough so that he could murmur in her ear. Their height difference was such that he had to lean down to do it.
“Keep your eyes and ears open in there,” he said. “Even little off handed comments can be useful. Learn names if you can. Don’t be memorable.” He released her and pushed on Nahash’s shoulder with his own. “Ready?”
Someone spoke near him and he looked over to find a giant of a woman - or he assumed it was a woman, but...might not be? Khanh blinked, looking the person up and down. He’d just told Somra out of anyone’s earshot, to be not memorable and here he was, staring at the oddest person he’d ever seen. Shaking his head, he got it together and turned away, pushing Nahash in front of him.
“That is the ugliest human I’ve ever seen,” he muttered quietly. “Let’s get in there, hmm?”
Unlike everyone else here, he couldn’t wait to bathe. In Egypt, they kept themselves incredibly, almost obsessively clean and while the Greeks did appreciate clean bodies as well, they didn’t appear to put quite as much emphasis on it. It was difficult to keep himself to the standards of cleanliness that he was used to here and without having proper access to the Egyptian bath houses, where one bathed and waxed and came out as clean as when they were bathed after birth, he’d have to make due with just washing here.
The walk down with Somra and Nahash was pleasant and without incident. Somra had tamed her tongue and Khanh quite liked her this way. She was respectful and useful, and, more importantly, not making them a liability. Was she still being watched in the same way a hawk hunted mice? Absolutely. He’d be an idiot to trust her, especially with her sullen attitude still in place. But she was coming along nicely.
Once they stopped outside of the bath house, he watched the Crown Prince with interest, side eyeing Nahash and nodding toward Vangelis. So that was what a Kotas looked like. Before they did what they came to Colchis to do, they’d need to know what all the royals looked like and how to avoid them. This was as good a way as any. He placed his hand on the back of Somra’s neck and pulled her back just enough so that he could murmur in her ear. Their height difference was such that he had to lean down to do it.
“Keep your eyes and ears open in there,” he said. “Even little off handed comments can be useful. Learn names if you can. Don’t be memorable.” He released her and pushed on Nahash’s shoulder with his own. “Ready?”
Someone spoke near him and he looked over to find a giant of a woman - or he assumed it was a woman, but...might not be? Khanh blinked, looking the person up and down. He’d just told Somra out of anyone’s earshot, to be not memorable and here he was, staring at the oddest person he’d ever seen. Shaking his head, he got it together and turned away, pushing Nahash in front of him.
“That is the ugliest human I’ve ever seen,” he muttered quietly. “Let’s get in there, hmm?”
Tiye felt bad enough about saying she didn’t want to go to the bathhouse after Somra’s run in with Khanh but the guilt gnawed at her when she saw that the man with whom the uncomfortable moment occurred was also going. Stubborn and not wanting to mingle with people who could offer them nothing to steal since they would be naked, she sat in their hideout drawing in the dirt with a stick for some time before reconsidering.
“Oh, fine.” She grumbled, as if answering someone who had been arguing with her as she finally gave in. She tossed the stick down and announced her intentions to the rest of their group. Putting on her hooded garment, she put it over her large mass of hair and stepped outside to trace the steps of Somra, Khanh, and Nahash.
It wasn’t like she trusted Somra either but she was a woman’s champion and determined to prove Somra was one of them as much as herself. It could open their eyes and show them that it was not just she as an outlier who belonged but women could be as useful as any man on this job. She marched quickly, seeing a thickening of the crowd as she went, all going her way. Great.
Unlike Somra, Tiye did look like common street trash, albeit clean. She knew how to blend in and saw enough of the commoner style in this city to mimic it. She could melt in and out of the crowd like zebras disappearing into the herd and confusing the lions hunting them by making it impossible to discern one from the other.
It was also just as well she’d be going to the bathhouse anyway. As a physician and Egyptian, she understood the importance of cleanliness and it had been too long in the dusty hideout. They would need to find cleaner accommodations soon enough. Scanning the crowd, it was easy to spot the extremely tall Khanh among the shorter people and she casually headed that way. A beeline might attract attention whereas a ramble would make her just like everyone else who belonged here. She caught sight of the largest woman she had ever seen and watched her from the corner of her eye as she addressed Somra. Damn, their little acrobat still seemed to stand out. At least the woman did not seem hostile as she offered a friendly smile.
She sidled up to Khanh but made it look more like she was trying to get past him. They shouldn’t always appear as if they were together but she still needed him to know she was present and with them. She gave him the smallest of glances and made her way inside like the rest of the crowd.
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Tiye felt bad enough about saying she didn’t want to go to the bathhouse after Somra’s run in with Khanh but the guilt gnawed at her when she saw that the man with whom the uncomfortable moment occurred was also going. Stubborn and not wanting to mingle with people who could offer them nothing to steal since they would be naked, she sat in their hideout drawing in the dirt with a stick for some time before reconsidering.
“Oh, fine.” She grumbled, as if answering someone who had been arguing with her as she finally gave in. She tossed the stick down and announced her intentions to the rest of their group. Putting on her hooded garment, she put it over her large mass of hair and stepped outside to trace the steps of Somra, Khanh, and Nahash.
It wasn’t like she trusted Somra either but she was a woman’s champion and determined to prove Somra was one of them as much as herself. It could open their eyes and show them that it was not just she as an outlier who belonged but women could be as useful as any man on this job. She marched quickly, seeing a thickening of the crowd as she went, all going her way. Great.
Unlike Somra, Tiye did look like common street trash, albeit clean. She knew how to blend in and saw enough of the commoner style in this city to mimic it. She could melt in and out of the crowd like zebras disappearing into the herd and confusing the lions hunting them by making it impossible to discern one from the other.
It was also just as well she’d be going to the bathhouse anyway. As a physician and Egyptian, she understood the importance of cleanliness and it had been too long in the dusty hideout. They would need to find cleaner accommodations soon enough. Scanning the crowd, it was easy to spot the extremely tall Khanh among the shorter people and she casually headed that way. A beeline might attract attention whereas a ramble would make her just like everyone else who belonged here. She caught sight of the largest woman she had ever seen and watched her from the corner of her eye as she addressed Somra. Damn, their little acrobat still seemed to stand out. At least the woman did not seem hostile as she offered a friendly smile.
She sidled up to Khanh but made it look more like she was trying to get past him. They shouldn’t always appear as if they were together but she still needed him to know she was present and with them. She gave him the smallest of glances and made her way inside like the rest of the crowd.
Tiye felt bad enough about saying she didn’t want to go to the bathhouse after Somra’s run in with Khanh but the guilt gnawed at her when she saw that the man with whom the uncomfortable moment occurred was also going. Stubborn and not wanting to mingle with people who could offer them nothing to steal since they would be naked, she sat in their hideout drawing in the dirt with a stick for some time before reconsidering.
“Oh, fine.” She grumbled, as if answering someone who had been arguing with her as she finally gave in. She tossed the stick down and announced her intentions to the rest of their group. Putting on her hooded garment, she put it over her large mass of hair and stepped outside to trace the steps of Somra, Khanh, and Nahash.
It wasn’t like she trusted Somra either but she was a woman’s champion and determined to prove Somra was one of them as much as herself. It could open their eyes and show them that it was not just she as an outlier who belonged but women could be as useful as any man on this job. She marched quickly, seeing a thickening of the crowd as she went, all going her way. Great.
Unlike Somra, Tiye did look like common street trash, albeit clean. She knew how to blend in and saw enough of the commoner style in this city to mimic it. She could melt in and out of the crowd like zebras disappearing into the herd and confusing the lions hunting them by making it impossible to discern one from the other.
It was also just as well she’d be going to the bathhouse anyway. As a physician and Egyptian, she understood the importance of cleanliness and it had been too long in the dusty hideout. They would need to find cleaner accommodations soon enough. Scanning the crowd, it was easy to spot the extremely tall Khanh among the shorter people and she casually headed that way. A beeline might attract attention whereas a ramble would make her just like everyone else who belonged here. She caught sight of the largest woman she had ever seen and watched her from the corner of her eye as she addressed Somra. Damn, their little acrobat still seemed to stand out. At least the woman did not seem hostile as she offered a friendly smile.
She sidled up to Khanh but made it look more like she was trying to get past him. They shouldn’t always appear as if they were together but she still needed him to know she was present and with them. She gave him the smallest of glances and made her way inside like the rest of the crowd.
It was funny, how someone who had so much access to such vital information, would not use it to his own advantage. But Magnus had his own reasons. While he wanted a barony in order to ensure the long life of his father's name in the name of a barony, he also did not wish for any further responsibility then that. Having spent most, if not all of his current life working hard with barely anytime for himself, Magnus knew better then anyone just how much time royals had for themselves - namely, not much at all. As such, he had no designs for the royal crown at all, and was simply content to help until he's gained enough of a reputation to be granted his own lands.
Perhaps that was why his employers were able to have such trust in him, simply because of the genuinity that Magnus portrayed.
Occasionally glancing backwards to ensure the crown princess still followed, dirt fell sometimes as they brushed shoulders against the narrow mines, but there was otherwise no further dangers as they progressed further down the route. Like Vangelis, Magnus too had to bend as the mines got lower, his back sore but not unusual for the man whose had to go through more tough times in his line of work. The hand that held the torch began to ache, but made of tougher stuff then your regular built man, he did not waver until they actually got to where he was leading the man, where a larger open tunnel finally enabled them to straightened their legs again.
The flickering of the flames of the torch produced ominous images on the dirt walls, but that wasn't what Magnus had brought the crown prince there for. When he turned to meet Vangelis's gaze, Magnus took a deep breathe, and held the torch higher so the light could illuminate the whole space. "These tunnels are right below the bathhouses, where the fires burned brightest and hottest almost a month back, my prince. Where we stand is a mine as seen on our maps. But if you look here..."
The man trailed off, waving for Vangelis to come with him. Magnus walked a couple of steps to the right, and when he brought the torch around, another tunnel that both he and Vangelis had not come from appeared. Unlike the neater, well carved tunnel they had used, this was more shoddily done, as if it had been done quickly and hurriedly, without much thought given to safety. Rough around the edges, and uneven in size if one looked in, it was clear this was no tunnel written in the maps, or done by a worker contracted by the royal family of Colchis. "This isn't something we have on records, Prince Vangelis. At least, as far as my knowledge." But that was saying something, for Magnus knew things many, if not most did not.
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It was funny, how someone who had so much access to such vital information, would not use it to his own advantage. But Magnus had his own reasons. While he wanted a barony in order to ensure the long life of his father's name in the name of a barony, he also did not wish for any further responsibility then that. Having spent most, if not all of his current life working hard with barely anytime for himself, Magnus knew better then anyone just how much time royals had for themselves - namely, not much at all. As such, he had no designs for the royal crown at all, and was simply content to help until he's gained enough of a reputation to be granted his own lands.
Perhaps that was why his employers were able to have such trust in him, simply because of the genuinity that Magnus portrayed.
Occasionally glancing backwards to ensure the crown princess still followed, dirt fell sometimes as they brushed shoulders against the narrow mines, but there was otherwise no further dangers as they progressed further down the route. Like Vangelis, Magnus too had to bend as the mines got lower, his back sore but not unusual for the man whose had to go through more tough times in his line of work. The hand that held the torch began to ache, but made of tougher stuff then your regular built man, he did not waver until they actually got to where he was leading the man, where a larger open tunnel finally enabled them to straightened their legs again.
The flickering of the flames of the torch produced ominous images on the dirt walls, but that wasn't what Magnus had brought the crown prince there for. When he turned to meet Vangelis's gaze, Magnus took a deep breathe, and held the torch higher so the light could illuminate the whole space. "These tunnels are right below the bathhouses, where the fires burned brightest and hottest almost a month back, my prince. Where we stand is a mine as seen on our maps. But if you look here..."
The man trailed off, waving for Vangelis to come with him. Magnus walked a couple of steps to the right, and when he brought the torch around, another tunnel that both he and Vangelis had not come from appeared. Unlike the neater, well carved tunnel they had used, this was more shoddily done, as if it had been done quickly and hurriedly, without much thought given to safety. Rough around the edges, and uneven in size if one looked in, it was clear this was no tunnel written in the maps, or done by a worker contracted by the royal family of Colchis. "This isn't something we have on records, Prince Vangelis. At least, as far as my knowledge." But that was saying something, for Magnus knew things many, if not most did not.
It was funny, how someone who had so much access to such vital information, would not use it to his own advantage. But Magnus had his own reasons. While he wanted a barony in order to ensure the long life of his father's name in the name of a barony, he also did not wish for any further responsibility then that. Having spent most, if not all of his current life working hard with barely anytime for himself, Magnus knew better then anyone just how much time royals had for themselves - namely, not much at all. As such, he had no designs for the royal crown at all, and was simply content to help until he's gained enough of a reputation to be granted his own lands.
Perhaps that was why his employers were able to have such trust in him, simply because of the genuinity that Magnus portrayed.
Occasionally glancing backwards to ensure the crown princess still followed, dirt fell sometimes as they brushed shoulders against the narrow mines, but there was otherwise no further dangers as they progressed further down the route. Like Vangelis, Magnus too had to bend as the mines got lower, his back sore but not unusual for the man whose had to go through more tough times in his line of work. The hand that held the torch began to ache, but made of tougher stuff then your regular built man, he did not waver until they actually got to where he was leading the man, where a larger open tunnel finally enabled them to straightened their legs again.
The flickering of the flames of the torch produced ominous images on the dirt walls, but that wasn't what Magnus had brought the crown prince there for. When he turned to meet Vangelis's gaze, Magnus took a deep breathe, and held the torch higher so the light could illuminate the whole space. "These tunnels are right below the bathhouses, where the fires burned brightest and hottest almost a month back, my prince. Where we stand is a mine as seen on our maps. But if you look here..."
The man trailed off, waving for Vangelis to come with him. Magnus walked a couple of steps to the right, and when he brought the torch around, another tunnel that both he and Vangelis had not come from appeared. Unlike the neater, well carved tunnel they had used, this was more shoddily done, as if it had been done quickly and hurriedly, without much thought given to safety. Rough around the edges, and uneven in size if one looked in, it was clear this was no tunnel written in the maps, or done by a worker contracted by the royal family of Colchis. "This isn't something we have on records, Prince Vangelis. At least, as far as my knowledge." But that was saying something, for Magnus knew things many, if not most did not.
Vangelis watched and followed Magnus with complete trust. The man had been loyal and devoted for all the years that he had served both he and his father and whilst Vangelis had interacted with him far less than say someone like Nike - for Magnus and he had not shared the years in which Vangelis had been away from home - it was hard not to trust someone when they were given such copious amounts of time and opportunities to betray you and did not use them. A man in Magnus' position was very well placed for causing a coup or betraying the hand that fed him - provided he had the right benefactor. But, as far as Vangelis was aware, Magnus had never gone seeking for one that was not the royal House of Kotas. And never once had privileged information slipped form the man's lips and into public knowledge.
Therefore, following him down a dark and dingy tunnel that could very well cave in upon them if it hadn't already been checked, was little to be concerned with. The tension in Vangelis' lower belly was only and solely from his experiences in the mines a few months passed that had resulted in the loss of his right-hand side for several weeks on end.
By the time they were into the main tunnel, it was clear to see the difference between the one they stood in and the one that they had climbed through. When Magnus led him over to witness a third tunnel - leading in a similar direction to the one they had just journeyed through, as if it cut across and through the main tunnel in which they now stood - Vangelis could see it to be of the same poor craftsmanship as the one they had discovered from the bathhouses to here.
Vangelis nodded at Magnus' description and displaying of the tunnel, as well as his assurance to the prince that it was not detailed on any maps. He did not feel the need for Magnus to prove himself - though documentation would eventually be needed for his reports - and, for now, simply trusted his word.
"Nor the one we just journeyed through, I'm guessing." He simply responded.
Fires in the mines, gas issues, smoke, debris and dust that clogged the lungs were all common issues and ailments within the lungs. It was why openings to the surface were so greatly needed but also so very carefully maintained and arranged. And there were not supposed to be any openings that led down to the mines within the capitol city. All of them had been marked for construction outside of the capital. For just this kind of eventuality...
By having an opening beneath the bathhouses, the power of the flames had been pushed towards the nearest opening. Flames always wished to return to Hephaestus in Olympus and rose upwards. It was why flames would lick up towards the sun and never across the ground. They had found the quickest route to the sky above and burnt their way through the Lower Levels of Midas because of the tunnel he and Magnus had just crawled through. It had caused many deaths and the destruction of many homes... Far more than the disaster would have caused if the flames had remained outside of the city.
"There's nothing of value in this area of the city and the public bathhouses are just that - public. They are open to all. So, someone was digging down rather than up." Vangelis stated, thinking it through. Those who had made the tunnels had used the fact that the bathhouses were open to the public in order to find a place they could dig beneath where they would have free entry at any time of day... The bathhouses were manned by servants and slaves which meant that someone could have seen them and simply been paid off to keep quiet. That was an angle that would need investigating.
"Where does that tunnel then lead?" He asked Magnus, gesturing to the opening the man had shown him... He wasn't sure, but he was concerned by the angle... for it seemed as if it headed into the mountain... which would place it beneath the Halls of the Gods in the Upper Levels above... And beneath the Halls of the Gods… lay the royal vault.
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Vangelis watched and followed Magnus with complete trust. The man had been loyal and devoted for all the years that he had served both he and his father and whilst Vangelis had interacted with him far less than say someone like Nike - for Magnus and he had not shared the years in which Vangelis had been away from home - it was hard not to trust someone when they were given such copious amounts of time and opportunities to betray you and did not use them. A man in Magnus' position was very well placed for causing a coup or betraying the hand that fed him - provided he had the right benefactor. But, as far as Vangelis was aware, Magnus had never gone seeking for one that was not the royal House of Kotas. And never once had privileged information slipped form the man's lips and into public knowledge.
Therefore, following him down a dark and dingy tunnel that could very well cave in upon them if it hadn't already been checked, was little to be concerned with. The tension in Vangelis' lower belly was only and solely from his experiences in the mines a few months passed that had resulted in the loss of his right-hand side for several weeks on end.
By the time they were into the main tunnel, it was clear to see the difference between the one they stood in and the one that they had climbed through. When Magnus led him over to witness a third tunnel - leading in a similar direction to the one they had just journeyed through, as if it cut across and through the main tunnel in which they now stood - Vangelis could see it to be of the same poor craftsmanship as the one they had discovered from the bathhouses to here.
Vangelis nodded at Magnus' description and displaying of the tunnel, as well as his assurance to the prince that it was not detailed on any maps. He did not feel the need for Magnus to prove himself - though documentation would eventually be needed for his reports - and, for now, simply trusted his word.
"Nor the one we just journeyed through, I'm guessing." He simply responded.
Fires in the mines, gas issues, smoke, debris and dust that clogged the lungs were all common issues and ailments within the lungs. It was why openings to the surface were so greatly needed but also so very carefully maintained and arranged. And there were not supposed to be any openings that led down to the mines within the capitol city. All of them had been marked for construction outside of the capital. For just this kind of eventuality...
By having an opening beneath the bathhouses, the power of the flames had been pushed towards the nearest opening. Flames always wished to return to Hephaestus in Olympus and rose upwards. It was why flames would lick up towards the sun and never across the ground. They had found the quickest route to the sky above and burnt their way through the Lower Levels of Midas because of the tunnel he and Magnus had just crawled through. It had caused many deaths and the destruction of many homes... Far more than the disaster would have caused if the flames had remained outside of the city.
"There's nothing of value in this area of the city and the public bathhouses are just that - public. They are open to all. So, someone was digging down rather than up." Vangelis stated, thinking it through. Those who had made the tunnels had used the fact that the bathhouses were open to the public in order to find a place they could dig beneath where they would have free entry at any time of day... The bathhouses were manned by servants and slaves which meant that someone could have seen them and simply been paid off to keep quiet. That was an angle that would need investigating.
"Where does that tunnel then lead?" He asked Magnus, gesturing to the opening the man had shown him... He wasn't sure, but he was concerned by the angle... for it seemed as if it headed into the mountain... which would place it beneath the Halls of the Gods in the Upper Levels above... And beneath the Halls of the Gods… lay the royal vault.
Vangelis watched and followed Magnus with complete trust. The man had been loyal and devoted for all the years that he had served both he and his father and whilst Vangelis had interacted with him far less than say someone like Nike - for Magnus and he had not shared the years in which Vangelis had been away from home - it was hard not to trust someone when they were given such copious amounts of time and opportunities to betray you and did not use them. A man in Magnus' position was very well placed for causing a coup or betraying the hand that fed him - provided he had the right benefactor. But, as far as Vangelis was aware, Magnus had never gone seeking for one that was not the royal House of Kotas. And never once had privileged information slipped form the man's lips and into public knowledge.
Therefore, following him down a dark and dingy tunnel that could very well cave in upon them if it hadn't already been checked, was little to be concerned with. The tension in Vangelis' lower belly was only and solely from his experiences in the mines a few months passed that had resulted in the loss of his right-hand side for several weeks on end.
By the time they were into the main tunnel, it was clear to see the difference between the one they stood in and the one that they had climbed through. When Magnus led him over to witness a third tunnel - leading in a similar direction to the one they had just journeyed through, as if it cut across and through the main tunnel in which they now stood - Vangelis could see it to be of the same poor craftsmanship as the one they had discovered from the bathhouses to here.
Vangelis nodded at Magnus' description and displaying of the tunnel, as well as his assurance to the prince that it was not detailed on any maps. He did not feel the need for Magnus to prove himself - though documentation would eventually be needed for his reports - and, for now, simply trusted his word.
"Nor the one we just journeyed through, I'm guessing." He simply responded.
Fires in the mines, gas issues, smoke, debris and dust that clogged the lungs were all common issues and ailments within the lungs. It was why openings to the surface were so greatly needed but also so very carefully maintained and arranged. And there were not supposed to be any openings that led down to the mines within the capitol city. All of them had been marked for construction outside of the capital. For just this kind of eventuality...
By having an opening beneath the bathhouses, the power of the flames had been pushed towards the nearest opening. Flames always wished to return to Hephaestus in Olympus and rose upwards. It was why flames would lick up towards the sun and never across the ground. They had found the quickest route to the sky above and burnt their way through the Lower Levels of Midas because of the tunnel he and Magnus had just crawled through. It had caused many deaths and the destruction of many homes... Far more than the disaster would have caused if the flames had remained outside of the city.
"There's nothing of value in this area of the city and the public bathhouses are just that - public. They are open to all. So, someone was digging down rather than up." Vangelis stated, thinking it through. Those who had made the tunnels had used the fact that the bathhouses were open to the public in order to find a place they could dig beneath where they would have free entry at any time of day... The bathhouses were manned by servants and slaves which meant that someone could have seen them and simply been paid off to keep quiet. That was an angle that would need investigating.
"Where does that tunnel then lead?" He asked Magnus, gesturing to the opening the man had shown him... He wasn't sure, but he was concerned by the angle... for it seemed as if it headed into the mountain... which would place it beneath the Halls of the Gods in the Upper Levels above... And beneath the Halls of the Gods… lay the royal vault.
Somra bit back her scowl as Khanh grabbed her and held her back so he could talk to her. She managed to keep a neutral expression, but underneath her anger simmered, close to boiling when it came to this man who seemed to think she was some sort of property rather than a human being. She was tired of it. She made no comment as he spoke. She wasn’t an idiot, she had been committing names and locations and any other little detail to memory as she learned them. She wished to open her mouth and tell him just that, but she knew better and instead kept it to herself, cursing him out continuously in her head.
“I know.” Was Somra’s only reply to Khanh’s words, knowing if she said anything more she would only get herself in trouble with him once more. Their relationship was very on and off, sometimes he seemed to genuinely like her, and other times he seemed to hate her.
Just as she was debating ‘accidentally’ stomping on Khanh’s toes, a strange woman approached her. She blinked and looked up at her, she was tall and well built, clearly someone who was a lot more used to combat than Somra. She wasn't sure why this woman had approached her, but she wasn't one to be impolite, especially since for all Somra knew, she could be important. Where as Somra was petite, lithe and classically beautiful, this woman was large, muscled and well… not ugly exactly, but not most people’s idea of beautiful. If anything, she would make a better-looking man than a woman.
Somra still had no clue why this stranger had approached her, and though she was a little cautious, she still gave her a charming smile in greeting.
She threw one more glance in the direction of Khanh and Nahash, spotting Tiye walking by them, acting as if she was merely passing by the two men. They hadn’t had much of a chance to speak since Tiye had recruited Somra in Egypt. She wasn’t sure the other woman of the group particularly liked her, or perhaps just didn’t care about her presence in the group.
She turned her attentions back on the large woman who had spoken to her.
“My name is Aurhai.” She spoke, introducing herself to the woman with yet another fake name. She doubted she would run into Daxos here, the only person in Colchis so far that would know her by another name.
“Come, let us go see what these bath houses have to offer. I have heard quite the buzz about them.” She said, motioning for the woman to follow her as she started making her way towards the entrance to the women’s side of the building. She set their pace calm and casual, making sure to not seem like she was in any sort of a rush, she was merely just there to bathe.
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Somra bit back her scowl as Khanh grabbed her and held her back so he could talk to her. She managed to keep a neutral expression, but underneath her anger simmered, close to boiling when it came to this man who seemed to think she was some sort of property rather than a human being. She was tired of it. She made no comment as he spoke. She wasn’t an idiot, she had been committing names and locations and any other little detail to memory as she learned them. She wished to open her mouth and tell him just that, but she knew better and instead kept it to herself, cursing him out continuously in her head.
“I know.” Was Somra’s only reply to Khanh’s words, knowing if she said anything more she would only get herself in trouble with him once more. Their relationship was very on and off, sometimes he seemed to genuinely like her, and other times he seemed to hate her.
Just as she was debating ‘accidentally’ stomping on Khanh’s toes, a strange woman approached her. She blinked and looked up at her, she was tall and well built, clearly someone who was a lot more used to combat than Somra. She wasn't sure why this woman had approached her, but she wasn't one to be impolite, especially since for all Somra knew, she could be important. Where as Somra was petite, lithe and classically beautiful, this woman was large, muscled and well… not ugly exactly, but not most people’s idea of beautiful. If anything, she would make a better-looking man than a woman.
Somra still had no clue why this stranger had approached her, and though she was a little cautious, she still gave her a charming smile in greeting.
She threw one more glance in the direction of Khanh and Nahash, spotting Tiye walking by them, acting as if she was merely passing by the two men. They hadn’t had much of a chance to speak since Tiye had recruited Somra in Egypt. She wasn’t sure the other woman of the group particularly liked her, or perhaps just didn’t care about her presence in the group.
She turned her attentions back on the large woman who had spoken to her.
“My name is Aurhai.” She spoke, introducing herself to the woman with yet another fake name. She doubted she would run into Daxos here, the only person in Colchis so far that would know her by another name.
“Come, let us go see what these bath houses have to offer. I have heard quite the buzz about them.” She said, motioning for the woman to follow her as she started making her way towards the entrance to the women’s side of the building. She set their pace calm and casual, making sure to not seem like she was in any sort of a rush, she was merely just there to bathe.
Somra bit back her scowl as Khanh grabbed her and held her back so he could talk to her. She managed to keep a neutral expression, but underneath her anger simmered, close to boiling when it came to this man who seemed to think she was some sort of property rather than a human being. She was tired of it. She made no comment as he spoke. She wasn’t an idiot, she had been committing names and locations and any other little detail to memory as she learned them. She wished to open her mouth and tell him just that, but she knew better and instead kept it to herself, cursing him out continuously in her head.
“I know.” Was Somra’s only reply to Khanh’s words, knowing if she said anything more she would only get herself in trouble with him once more. Their relationship was very on and off, sometimes he seemed to genuinely like her, and other times he seemed to hate her.
Just as she was debating ‘accidentally’ stomping on Khanh’s toes, a strange woman approached her. She blinked and looked up at her, she was tall and well built, clearly someone who was a lot more used to combat than Somra. She wasn't sure why this woman had approached her, but she wasn't one to be impolite, especially since for all Somra knew, she could be important. Where as Somra was petite, lithe and classically beautiful, this woman was large, muscled and well… not ugly exactly, but not most people’s idea of beautiful. If anything, she would make a better-looking man than a woman.
Somra still had no clue why this stranger had approached her, and though she was a little cautious, she still gave her a charming smile in greeting.
She threw one more glance in the direction of Khanh and Nahash, spotting Tiye walking by them, acting as if she was merely passing by the two men. They hadn’t had much of a chance to speak since Tiye had recruited Somra in Egypt. She wasn’t sure the other woman of the group particularly liked her, or perhaps just didn’t care about her presence in the group.
She turned her attentions back on the large woman who had spoken to her.
“My name is Aurhai.” She spoke, introducing herself to the woman with yet another fake name. She doubted she would run into Daxos here, the only person in Colchis so far that would know her by another name.
“Come, let us go see what these bath houses have to offer. I have heard quite the buzz about them.” She said, motioning for the woman to follow her as she started making her way towards the entrance to the women’s side of the building. She set their pace calm and casual, making sure to not seem like she was in any sort of a rush, she was merely just there to bathe.
Now that her father had returned, all seemed right with the world to Athanasia. Her grief had disappeared he moment she had felt his arms around her and now she was happy again. She tried not to think about the attack by the Thanasi patriarch. He had been thwarted and would pay for what he did. If he was truly mad, which she believed he was, perhaps King Tython would pity him and his punishment would not be severe. But that was not up to her and there was no sense dwelling upon it.
What she had been dwelling upon was her most recent fight with Imeeya. She knew she shouldn't have spoken to her so harshly, but so much had happened at once, she had been distraught and confused. The princess had not seen her cousin at all since the feast, and she sometimes wondered if Imeeya was avoiding her because she didn't want to admit those rumors were true. If she really had a lover, then she was a hypocrite for jumping all over Athanasia because she had seen her kissing a man at the market. If she'd had any idea what Lord Silanos was going to do, she would never have approached him in the first place. She knew that a public show of affection would be damaging to one of her status and she would never risk dishonoring her family in any form or fashion.
If they were true, her cousin had no such qualms, flaunting her affair for everyone to see. And with a pirate, no less. The princess had met her fair share of pirates during her excursions into the city in disguise. Some of them were downright scary, but others were quite charming. Sometimes she flirted with them and other commoners when she was pretending to be a traveling entertainer. They tended to give her more coins when she did, and that meant more money for the group of street children she was supporting. But she couldn't imagine kissing one, much less doing what husbands and wives did in the bedchamber. Athanasia was not even certain what the latter entailed, nor did she want to know.
Perhaps she didn't want to know about Imeeya's love life either but she felt guilty about accusing her without even giving her a chance to explain herself. And so she had sent her a note asking her cousin to meet her at the hot springs. Generally, Athanasia bathed in the manor, but she thought it would be calming for both of them to relax in the warm bubbling water. Perhaps such an excursion was just what they needed to mend things between them. Again. In Taengea, she had promised herself that if they had anoter misunderstanding, she would speak of it right away. It was time to keep that promise now. They were cousins and best friends and shouldn't quarrel.
A private room at the baths had been prepared for them so that they wouldn't have to mingle with the other women. They needed to converse alone without any distractions. Had she not been a member of the royal family, it might have been difficult to arrange, but nobody refused the request of the Princess of Colchis. She had been assured that she would be given the best private bath available.
And it was quite lovely. Athanasia had entered by a private door, but she had seen the crowd at the main entrance. The baths had just been reopened and it seemed as if nobles and commoners alike had come to celebrate the occasion. The public areas would be packed today, and not a good place for a serious conversation. Now she sat on a bench beside the pool waiting for Imeeya to arrive, watching the steam dance above the water of the pool. She had yet to disrobe and would only do so when her cousin joined her.
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Now that her father had returned, all seemed right with the world to Athanasia. Her grief had disappeared he moment she had felt his arms around her and now she was happy again. She tried not to think about the attack by the Thanasi patriarch. He had been thwarted and would pay for what he did. If he was truly mad, which she believed he was, perhaps King Tython would pity him and his punishment would not be severe. But that was not up to her and there was no sense dwelling upon it.
What she had been dwelling upon was her most recent fight with Imeeya. She knew she shouldn't have spoken to her so harshly, but so much had happened at once, she had been distraught and confused. The princess had not seen her cousin at all since the feast, and she sometimes wondered if Imeeya was avoiding her because she didn't want to admit those rumors were true. If she really had a lover, then she was a hypocrite for jumping all over Athanasia because she had seen her kissing a man at the market. If she'd had any idea what Lord Silanos was going to do, she would never have approached him in the first place. She knew that a public show of affection would be damaging to one of her status and she would never risk dishonoring her family in any form or fashion.
If they were true, her cousin had no such qualms, flaunting her affair for everyone to see. And with a pirate, no less. The princess had met her fair share of pirates during her excursions into the city in disguise. Some of them were downright scary, but others were quite charming. Sometimes she flirted with them and other commoners when she was pretending to be a traveling entertainer. They tended to give her more coins when she did, and that meant more money for the group of street children she was supporting. But she couldn't imagine kissing one, much less doing what husbands and wives did in the bedchamber. Athanasia was not even certain what the latter entailed, nor did she want to know.
Perhaps she didn't want to know about Imeeya's love life either but she felt guilty about accusing her without even giving her a chance to explain herself. And so she had sent her a note asking her cousin to meet her at the hot springs. Generally, Athanasia bathed in the manor, but she thought it would be calming for both of them to relax in the warm bubbling water. Perhaps such an excursion was just what they needed to mend things between them. Again. In Taengea, she had promised herself that if they had anoter misunderstanding, she would speak of it right away. It was time to keep that promise now. They were cousins and best friends and shouldn't quarrel.
A private room at the baths had been prepared for them so that they wouldn't have to mingle with the other women. They needed to converse alone without any distractions. Had she not been a member of the royal family, it might have been difficult to arrange, but nobody refused the request of the Princess of Colchis. She had been assured that she would be given the best private bath available.
And it was quite lovely. Athanasia had entered by a private door, but she had seen the crowd at the main entrance. The baths had just been reopened and it seemed as if nobles and commoners alike had come to celebrate the occasion. The public areas would be packed today, and not a good place for a serious conversation. Now she sat on a bench beside the pool waiting for Imeeya to arrive, watching the steam dance above the water of the pool. She had yet to disrobe and would only do so when her cousin joined her.
Now that her father had returned, all seemed right with the world to Athanasia. Her grief had disappeared he moment she had felt his arms around her and now she was happy again. She tried not to think about the attack by the Thanasi patriarch. He had been thwarted and would pay for what he did. If he was truly mad, which she believed he was, perhaps King Tython would pity him and his punishment would not be severe. But that was not up to her and there was no sense dwelling upon it.
What she had been dwelling upon was her most recent fight with Imeeya. She knew she shouldn't have spoken to her so harshly, but so much had happened at once, she had been distraught and confused. The princess had not seen her cousin at all since the feast, and she sometimes wondered if Imeeya was avoiding her because she didn't want to admit those rumors were true. If she really had a lover, then she was a hypocrite for jumping all over Athanasia because she had seen her kissing a man at the market. If she'd had any idea what Lord Silanos was going to do, she would never have approached him in the first place. She knew that a public show of affection would be damaging to one of her status and she would never risk dishonoring her family in any form or fashion.
If they were true, her cousin had no such qualms, flaunting her affair for everyone to see. And with a pirate, no less. The princess had met her fair share of pirates during her excursions into the city in disguise. Some of them were downright scary, but others were quite charming. Sometimes she flirted with them and other commoners when she was pretending to be a traveling entertainer. They tended to give her more coins when she did, and that meant more money for the group of street children she was supporting. But she couldn't imagine kissing one, much less doing what husbands and wives did in the bedchamber. Athanasia was not even certain what the latter entailed, nor did she want to know.
Perhaps she didn't want to know about Imeeya's love life either but she felt guilty about accusing her without even giving her a chance to explain herself. And so she had sent her a note asking her cousin to meet her at the hot springs. Generally, Athanasia bathed in the manor, but she thought it would be calming for both of them to relax in the warm bubbling water. Perhaps such an excursion was just what they needed to mend things between them. Again. In Taengea, she had promised herself that if they had anoter misunderstanding, she would speak of it right away. It was time to keep that promise now. They were cousins and best friends and shouldn't quarrel.
A private room at the baths had been prepared for them so that they wouldn't have to mingle with the other women. They needed to converse alone without any distractions. Had she not been a member of the royal family, it might have been difficult to arrange, but nobody refused the request of the Princess of Colchis. She had been assured that she would be given the best private bath available.
And it was quite lovely. Athanasia had entered by a private door, but she had seen the crowd at the main entrance. The baths had just been reopened and it seemed as if nobles and commoners alike had come to celebrate the occasion. The public areas would be packed today, and not a good place for a serious conversation. Now she sat on a bench beside the pool waiting for Imeeya to arrive, watching the steam dance above the water of the pool. She had yet to disrobe and would only do so when her cousin joined her.
Khanh was not an idiot and knew full well that Somra didn’t like being told what to do. That was just too bad. He would tell her and she would mind what he said. End of discussion. He turned her loose and was just about to walk into the bath with Nahash when Tiye brushed past them. He put out his shoulder to intentionally catch her arm as she slid back out of reach, letting her know in a seemingly accidental brush of limbs that he saw her. Relief was all that he felt at her presence. That she was here meant someone could keep a practiced eye on their newest member.
“After you,” Khanh said to Nahash and the two of them entered the baths. He trusted that the two girls of the group would notice the newest girl who’d just walked into the bath house and stick near her accordingly. When he and Nahash entered into the men’s side. There, they disrobed, as they should, and got into the water. Being Egyptian, Khanh liked to keep as clean as humanly possible. Due to this, he, like his fellows, didn’t like body hair. Unlike the greeks around them, he and Nahash were actually clean. To have such flagrant hair on the chest and belly, under arms, on arms, on the face and legs and groin? It was revolting and he was feeling completely disgusted by the time he was done washing.
He and Nahash finished fairly quickly, both opting for towels once the time came, handed to them by the bath house servants. It was then that Khanh caught sight of the blocked off back room, has he moved to collect his clothes. Tilting his head, he made a deep “hmmm” within his chest, but didn’t move to explore the room at the moment. It was too crowded. The best time would be to come back later.
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Khanh was not an idiot and knew full well that Somra didn’t like being told what to do. That was just too bad. He would tell her and she would mind what he said. End of discussion. He turned her loose and was just about to walk into the bath with Nahash when Tiye brushed past them. He put out his shoulder to intentionally catch her arm as she slid back out of reach, letting her know in a seemingly accidental brush of limbs that he saw her. Relief was all that he felt at her presence. That she was here meant someone could keep a practiced eye on their newest member.
“After you,” Khanh said to Nahash and the two of them entered the baths. He trusted that the two girls of the group would notice the newest girl who’d just walked into the bath house and stick near her accordingly. When he and Nahash entered into the men’s side. There, they disrobed, as they should, and got into the water. Being Egyptian, Khanh liked to keep as clean as humanly possible. Due to this, he, like his fellows, didn’t like body hair. Unlike the greeks around them, he and Nahash were actually clean. To have such flagrant hair on the chest and belly, under arms, on arms, on the face and legs and groin? It was revolting and he was feeling completely disgusted by the time he was done washing.
He and Nahash finished fairly quickly, both opting for towels once the time came, handed to them by the bath house servants. It was then that Khanh caught sight of the blocked off back room, has he moved to collect his clothes. Tilting his head, he made a deep “hmmm” within his chest, but didn’t move to explore the room at the moment. It was too crowded. The best time would be to come back later.
Khanh was not an idiot and knew full well that Somra didn’t like being told what to do. That was just too bad. He would tell her and she would mind what he said. End of discussion. He turned her loose and was just about to walk into the bath with Nahash when Tiye brushed past them. He put out his shoulder to intentionally catch her arm as she slid back out of reach, letting her know in a seemingly accidental brush of limbs that he saw her. Relief was all that he felt at her presence. That she was here meant someone could keep a practiced eye on their newest member.
“After you,” Khanh said to Nahash and the two of them entered the baths. He trusted that the two girls of the group would notice the newest girl who’d just walked into the bath house and stick near her accordingly. When he and Nahash entered into the men’s side. There, they disrobed, as they should, and got into the water. Being Egyptian, Khanh liked to keep as clean as humanly possible. Due to this, he, like his fellows, didn’t like body hair. Unlike the greeks around them, he and Nahash were actually clean. To have such flagrant hair on the chest and belly, under arms, on arms, on the face and legs and groin? It was revolting and he was feeling completely disgusted by the time he was done washing.
He and Nahash finished fairly quickly, both opting for towels once the time came, handed to them by the bath house servants. It was then that Khanh caught sight of the blocked off back room, has he moved to collect his clothes. Tilting his head, he made a deep “hmmm” within his chest, but didn’t move to explore the room at the moment. It was too crowded. The best time would be to come back later.
Silanos would not usually have bothered showing his face at an event like this. What was the need to wash alongside the great unwashed? It was kind of foul, as a thought. But this is what happened when one’s social activities were put on lock down. Desperation set in. And so when Mihail had sent a missive proclaiming his intent to intend the grand reopening of the public bath house, then Silanos had leapt at the chance. Finally released from his laughable conscription into Captain Maleos’ unit, there were a few blissfully free days until whatever Prince Vangelis had in mind would come into effect. And whilst even Silanos didn’t dare push his luck too far, not now that his future was already so uncertain, he had to do something with this new found freedom. Chancing the fact that he could manage to stay out of said Crown Prince’s way, and pleased that there was no immediate sight of him in spite of rumours of his attendance, the Valaoritis Lord felt like he could breathe for the first time in weeks.
That being said, he was a little disdainful of the shoving, sweaty mass of bodies that had congregated outside the loutra, because it was obvious some of these people had not bathed in a good while. Probably since the bathhouse had shut down after the fire. Gross. Standing a little way off, he thought to keep a healthy distance and wait for Mihail before venturing inside, and was idly watching the stream of people who were a little too excited about the reopening, he thought.
At least, he was watching them idly, until he caught sight of one individual he thought it wiser to avoid, in the shape of Lady Imeeya of Drakos. The golden-haired cousin of the Prince seemed to cross his path more often than not, and though he thought they were on a reasonably cordial footing now, there was a tendency for them to rile each other something terrible. Usually, Silanos might have found some amusement in winding her up, but with everything else, he needed to behave, and Lady Imeeya had something she could hang over his head. No. Best stay clear.
Ducking his head, and turning so as he wouldn’t need to speak to her, Sil was forced to step into the crowd he’d been avoiding. He was paying too much attention to who he didn’t want to see and not enough to who he should have seen, so when he crashed into something solid, he wasn’t prepared and rebounded backwards a couple of paces, only a catlike spin and a hand that landed on something soft saving him from falling flat on his ass.
“Hera’s tits” he muttered, as he turned to see what -or more accurately,who, he realised- he’d crashed into, and looked up at what was quite possibly the largest woman he’d ever seen. Not fleshy, but tall. Solid. Like a warrior. “Sorry” he said, still gawping at her and her strange attire,, and then the Lord turned to her companion who had proven his saviour, and whose arm he was still clasping.Only no, it wasn’t her arm, too soft and pliant beneath his hand and he pulled his hand back quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t see you”
Which was ridiculous because how the fuck would one miss the titan woman? And Sil would definitely not usually have missed the other one, for other reasons. Stupid Imeeya. Still, there was nothing stopping him from trying to salvage something from an inglorious arrival, and he turned a smile upon the dark-haired woman. Maybe this day wouldn’t be such a trial after all. “I should thank you for saving me from an inelegant descent. Lord Silanos of Valaoritis”.
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Silanos would not usually have bothered showing his face at an event like this. What was the need to wash alongside the great unwashed? It was kind of foul, as a thought. But this is what happened when one’s social activities were put on lock down. Desperation set in. And so when Mihail had sent a missive proclaiming his intent to intend the grand reopening of the public bath house, then Silanos had leapt at the chance. Finally released from his laughable conscription into Captain Maleos’ unit, there were a few blissfully free days until whatever Prince Vangelis had in mind would come into effect. And whilst even Silanos didn’t dare push his luck too far, not now that his future was already so uncertain, he had to do something with this new found freedom. Chancing the fact that he could manage to stay out of said Crown Prince’s way, and pleased that there was no immediate sight of him in spite of rumours of his attendance, the Valaoritis Lord felt like he could breathe for the first time in weeks.
That being said, he was a little disdainful of the shoving, sweaty mass of bodies that had congregated outside the loutra, because it was obvious some of these people had not bathed in a good while. Probably since the bathhouse had shut down after the fire. Gross. Standing a little way off, he thought to keep a healthy distance and wait for Mihail before venturing inside, and was idly watching the stream of people who were a little too excited about the reopening, he thought.
At least, he was watching them idly, until he caught sight of one individual he thought it wiser to avoid, in the shape of Lady Imeeya of Drakos. The golden-haired cousin of the Prince seemed to cross his path more often than not, and though he thought they were on a reasonably cordial footing now, there was a tendency for them to rile each other something terrible. Usually, Silanos might have found some amusement in winding her up, but with everything else, he needed to behave, and Lady Imeeya had something she could hang over his head. No. Best stay clear.
Ducking his head, and turning so as he wouldn’t need to speak to her, Sil was forced to step into the crowd he’d been avoiding. He was paying too much attention to who he didn’t want to see and not enough to who he should have seen, so when he crashed into something solid, he wasn’t prepared and rebounded backwards a couple of paces, only a catlike spin and a hand that landed on something soft saving him from falling flat on his ass.
“Hera’s tits” he muttered, as he turned to see what -or more accurately,who, he realised- he’d crashed into, and looked up at what was quite possibly the largest woman he’d ever seen. Not fleshy, but tall. Solid. Like a warrior. “Sorry” he said, still gawping at her and her strange attire,, and then the Lord turned to her companion who had proven his saviour, and whose arm he was still clasping.Only no, it wasn’t her arm, too soft and pliant beneath his hand and he pulled his hand back quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t see you”
Which was ridiculous because how the fuck would one miss the titan woman? And Sil would definitely not usually have missed the other one, for other reasons. Stupid Imeeya. Still, there was nothing stopping him from trying to salvage something from an inglorious arrival, and he turned a smile upon the dark-haired woman. Maybe this day wouldn’t be such a trial after all. “I should thank you for saving me from an inelegant descent. Lord Silanos of Valaoritis”.
Silanos would not usually have bothered showing his face at an event like this. What was the need to wash alongside the great unwashed? It was kind of foul, as a thought. But this is what happened when one’s social activities were put on lock down. Desperation set in. And so when Mihail had sent a missive proclaiming his intent to intend the grand reopening of the public bath house, then Silanos had leapt at the chance. Finally released from his laughable conscription into Captain Maleos’ unit, there were a few blissfully free days until whatever Prince Vangelis had in mind would come into effect. And whilst even Silanos didn’t dare push his luck too far, not now that his future was already so uncertain, he had to do something with this new found freedom. Chancing the fact that he could manage to stay out of said Crown Prince’s way, and pleased that there was no immediate sight of him in spite of rumours of his attendance, the Valaoritis Lord felt like he could breathe for the first time in weeks.
That being said, he was a little disdainful of the shoving, sweaty mass of bodies that had congregated outside the loutra, because it was obvious some of these people had not bathed in a good while. Probably since the bathhouse had shut down after the fire. Gross. Standing a little way off, he thought to keep a healthy distance and wait for Mihail before venturing inside, and was idly watching the stream of people who were a little too excited about the reopening, he thought.
At least, he was watching them idly, until he caught sight of one individual he thought it wiser to avoid, in the shape of Lady Imeeya of Drakos. The golden-haired cousin of the Prince seemed to cross his path more often than not, and though he thought they were on a reasonably cordial footing now, there was a tendency for them to rile each other something terrible. Usually, Silanos might have found some amusement in winding her up, but with everything else, he needed to behave, and Lady Imeeya had something she could hang over his head. No. Best stay clear.
Ducking his head, and turning so as he wouldn’t need to speak to her, Sil was forced to step into the crowd he’d been avoiding. He was paying too much attention to who he didn’t want to see and not enough to who he should have seen, so when he crashed into something solid, he wasn’t prepared and rebounded backwards a couple of paces, only a catlike spin and a hand that landed on something soft saving him from falling flat on his ass.
“Hera’s tits” he muttered, as he turned to see what -or more accurately,who, he realised- he’d crashed into, and looked up at what was quite possibly the largest woman he’d ever seen. Not fleshy, but tall. Solid. Like a warrior. “Sorry” he said, still gawping at her and her strange attire,, and then the Lord turned to her companion who had proven his saviour, and whose arm he was still clasping.Only no, it wasn’t her arm, too soft and pliant beneath his hand and he pulled his hand back quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t see you”
Which was ridiculous because how the fuck would one miss the titan woman? And Sil would definitely not usually have missed the other one, for other reasons. Stupid Imeeya. Still, there was nothing stopping him from trying to salvage something from an inglorious arrival, and he turned a smile upon the dark-haired woman. Maybe this day wouldn’t be such a trial after all. “I should thank you for saving me from an inelegant descent. Lord Silanos of Valaoritis”.
Somra had been content for the moment to walk with this strange woman, eyes scanning the crowd in front of them for any faces that might be important or at least worthy of her attentions to gather information. No one seemed to stand out much to her, and as she was distracted looking off to her left, she head a thud and then suddenly felt someone's hand on her chest.
She gritted her teeth and her attentions turned back to the man who's hand was on her breast, though he either hadn't noticed was he was grabbing or was trying to pretend he didn't so he could linger a little longer. Normally, this would have earned him a close up meeting with one of her daggers, but as they were in a very public place surrounded by all sorts of people, she couldn't exactly stab this man and draw that much attention to herself.
"No, not Hera's tits at all." She snapped at him, and he finally realized what was happening and quickly pulled his hand away. Somra wanted to give him a piece of her mind, she didn't think she would draw any attention by berating the man. The crowd was large and of the voices that spoke around them, she didn't doubt some of them were doing the same thing.
That was until the introduction he offered. At the mention of his title, her anger calmed and a charming smile came across her youthful face. She knew exactly how to play men, though this one seemed like he wouldn't be too hard to charm. Hell, he'd already groped her, now he was turning his full attention from the giant of a woman at her side and onto her, and she knew exactly why that was. She loved it though, the attention from men. Just not so much when they decided to get handsy with her when she hadn't consented. Those were the men who lost fingers, blood or worse.
"Well, Lord Silanos, you are quite welcome. It would be such a shame to see such a handsome face injured in a fall." She said, batting her eyelashes a little as she spoke. The easy tactics of seducing a man.
"Where are my manners? My name is Aurhai." She introduced herself, using the same fake name she'd given the woman at her side.
"We were just on our way in to see the new bathhouse, but in present company, I think I will linger outside a little longer." Somra said, making sure her flirtatious tone was clear. He was cute, she'd give him that, but it was the title of Lord that interested her most. Lord meant money, and information. Both things would prove valuable to her and to her group should she choose to share any gained information with them. So far she had not shared any of what she had learned in her time here, deeming most of it unimportant, at least when it came to the big picture of the group.
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Somra had been content for the moment to walk with this strange woman, eyes scanning the crowd in front of them for any faces that might be important or at least worthy of her attentions to gather information. No one seemed to stand out much to her, and as she was distracted looking off to her left, she head a thud and then suddenly felt someone's hand on her chest.
She gritted her teeth and her attentions turned back to the man who's hand was on her breast, though he either hadn't noticed was he was grabbing or was trying to pretend he didn't so he could linger a little longer. Normally, this would have earned him a close up meeting with one of her daggers, but as they were in a very public place surrounded by all sorts of people, she couldn't exactly stab this man and draw that much attention to herself.
"No, not Hera's tits at all." She snapped at him, and he finally realized what was happening and quickly pulled his hand away. Somra wanted to give him a piece of her mind, she didn't think she would draw any attention by berating the man. The crowd was large and of the voices that spoke around them, she didn't doubt some of them were doing the same thing.
That was until the introduction he offered. At the mention of his title, her anger calmed and a charming smile came across her youthful face. She knew exactly how to play men, though this one seemed like he wouldn't be too hard to charm. Hell, he'd already groped her, now he was turning his full attention from the giant of a woman at her side and onto her, and she knew exactly why that was. She loved it though, the attention from men. Just not so much when they decided to get handsy with her when she hadn't consented. Those were the men who lost fingers, blood or worse.
"Well, Lord Silanos, you are quite welcome. It would be such a shame to see such a handsome face injured in a fall." She said, batting her eyelashes a little as she spoke. The easy tactics of seducing a man.
"Where are my manners? My name is Aurhai." She introduced herself, using the same fake name she'd given the woman at her side.
"We were just on our way in to see the new bathhouse, but in present company, I think I will linger outside a little longer." Somra said, making sure her flirtatious tone was clear. He was cute, she'd give him that, but it was the title of Lord that interested her most. Lord meant money, and information. Both things would prove valuable to her and to her group should she choose to share any gained information with them. So far she had not shared any of what she had learned in her time here, deeming most of it unimportant, at least when it came to the big picture of the group.
Somra had been content for the moment to walk with this strange woman, eyes scanning the crowd in front of them for any faces that might be important or at least worthy of her attentions to gather information. No one seemed to stand out much to her, and as she was distracted looking off to her left, she head a thud and then suddenly felt someone's hand on her chest.
She gritted her teeth and her attentions turned back to the man who's hand was on her breast, though he either hadn't noticed was he was grabbing or was trying to pretend he didn't so he could linger a little longer. Normally, this would have earned him a close up meeting with one of her daggers, but as they were in a very public place surrounded by all sorts of people, she couldn't exactly stab this man and draw that much attention to herself.
"No, not Hera's tits at all." She snapped at him, and he finally realized what was happening and quickly pulled his hand away. Somra wanted to give him a piece of her mind, she didn't think she would draw any attention by berating the man. The crowd was large and of the voices that spoke around them, she didn't doubt some of them were doing the same thing.
That was until the introduction he offered. At the mention of his title, her anger calmed and a charming smile came across her youthful face. She knew exactly how to play men, though this one seemed like he wouldn't be too hard to charm. Hell, he'd already groped her, now he was turning his full attention from the giant of a woman at her side and onto her, and she knew exactly why that was. She loved it though, the attention from men. Just not so much when they decided to get handsy with her when she hadn't consented. Those were the men who lost fingers, blood or worse.
"Well, Lord Silanos, you are quite welcome. It would be such a shame to see such a handsome face injured in a fall." She said, batting her eyelashes a little as she spoke. The easy tactics of seducing a man.
"Where are my manners? My name is Aurhai." She introduced herself, using the same fake name she'd given the woman at her side.
"We were just on our way in to see the new bathhouse, but in present company, I think I will linger outside a little longer." Somra said, making sure her flirtatious tone was clear. He was cute, she'd give him that, but it was the title of Lord that interested her most. Lord meant money, and information. Both things would prove valuable to her and to her group should she choose to share any gained information with them. So far she had not shared any of what she had learned in her time here, deeming most of it unimportant, at least when it came to the big picture of the group.
If anything, the Crown Prince had sharp instincts, which was more then what most militants could say. Magnus had seen far too many soldiers who could swing a sword or an axe, but failed spectacularly when it came to the more analytical or intelligent side of things. Yet the prince seemed capable in both, almost like a mythical creature who could do most things in the world - which made sense in a way, since he was the crown prince. Yet Magnus couldn't help wondering just in the back of his mind, how would Vangelis react one day when he failed at something.
Not well, probably.
Focusing back to the matter at hand, the Master Informer merely shook his head wryly at the accurate guess of the prince, and allowed the man to scrutinize the area he had brought him to further. The tunnel's existence meant that they now found a reason why the flames had licked their way through the city of Midas so quickly, far too quickly for them to mobilize much support and assistance, resulting in a large body count Magnus's chest hurt to double check and confirm.
Not even needing to point out the obvious to Vangelis, the man merely allowed the crown prince to muse, he simply nodded to confirm each suspicion that Magnus himself had confirmed before he had asked Vangelis to come with him. The man had a network of people, of commonborn ilk, working in the shadows and even those of nobility and their servants. A man who was as charming as he was intelligent, his kind heart as a litigant had won him the loyalty of many, and in return, his capability to gain information was what had eventually got him his current position.
Magnus had spent the night before combing the undiscovered tunnels, checking with the people, before he eventually called upon Vangelis's attention to what he had found. "I'm sure you don't need me to answer that question for you, Your Highness." Magnus replied glibly, as he took another step closer to the tunnel that could possibly fit him in a tight fit, but would not fit the crown prince's bulkier frame. "To go straight up would be suicide. And as you said, there is nothing of value in this area per se. But follow the angle... and where does it lead to?"
He already knew the answer of course, and had already sent people to the Halls of the Gods. His men guarded the exit and entry, the only place people would be able to come and go to the halls. And for the day, Magnus had restricted access to what had previously been a public place, to ensure that even if someone was trying to access the royal vault, if they were still there, he would at least have a chance at them. Questions ran abound, but his people had been told to quell suspicions for as much as they could, stating that there were repair works going on. But he could only quell them for so long.
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If anything, the Crown Prince had sharp instincts, which was more then what most militants could say. Magnus had seen far too many soldiers who could swing a sword or an axe, but failed spectacularly when it came to the more analytical or intelligent side of things. Yet the prince seemed capable in both, almost like a mythical creature who could do most things in the world - which made sense in a way, since he was the crown prince. Yet Magnus couldn't help wondering just in the back of his mind, how would Vangelis react one day when he failed at something.
Not well, probably.
Focusing back to the matter at hand, the Master Informer merely shook his head wryly at the accurate guess of the prince, and allowed the man to scrutinize the area he had brought him to further. The tunnel's existence meant that they now found a reason why the flames had licked their way through the city of Midas so quickly, far too quickly for them to mobilize much support and assistance, resulting in a large body count Magnus's chest hurt to double check and confirm.
Not even needing to point out the obvious to Vangelis, the man merely allowed the crown prince to muse, he simply nodded to confirm each suspicion that Magnus himself had confirmed before he had asked Vangelis to come with him. The man had a network of people, of commonborn ilk, working in the shadows and even those of nobility and their servants. A man who was as charming as he was intelligent, his kind heart as a litigant had won him the loyalty of many, and in return, his capability to gain information was what had eventually got him his current position.
Magnus had spent the night before combing the undiscovered tunnels, checking with the people, before he eventually called upon Vangelis's attention to what he had found. "I'm sure you don't need me to answer that question for you, Your Highness." Magnus replied glibly, as he took another step closer to the tunnel that could possibly fit him in a tight fit, but would not fit the crown prince's bulkier frame. "To go straight up would be suicide. And as you said, there is nothing of value in this area per se. But follow the angle... and where does it lead to?"
He already knew the answer of course, and had already sent people to the Halls of the Gods. His men guarded the exit and entry, the only place people would be able to come and go to the halls. And for the day, Magnus had restricted access to what had previously been a public place, to ensure that even if someone was trying to access the royal vault, if they were still there, he would at least have a chance at them. Questions ran abound, but his people had been told to quell suspicions for as much as they could, stating that there were repair works going on. But he could only quell them for so long.
If anything, the Crown Prince had sharp instincts, which was more then what most militants could say. Magnus had seen far too many soldiers who could swing a sword or an axe, but failed spectacularly when it came to the more analytical or intelligent side of things. Yet the prince seemed capable in both, almost like a mythical creature who could do most things in the world - which made sense in a way, since he was the crown prince. Yet Magnus couldn't help wondering just in the back of his mind, how would Vangelis react one day when he failed at something.
Not well, probably.
Focusing back to the matter at hand, the Master Informer merely shook his head wryly at the accurate guess of the prince, and allowed the man to scrutinize the area he had brought him to further. The tunnel's existence meant that they now found a reason why the flames had licked their way through the city of Midas so quickly, far too quickly for them to mobilize much support and assistance, resulting in a large body count Magnus's chest hurt to double check and confirm.
Not even needing to point out the obvious to Vangelis, the man merely allowed the crown prince to muse, he simply nodded to confirm each suspicion that Magnus himself had confirmed before he had asked Vangelis to come with him. The man had a network of people, of commonborn ilk, working in the shadows and even those of nobility and their servants. A man who was as charming as he was intelligent, his kind heart as a litigant had won him the loyalty of many, and in return, his capability to gain information was what had eventually got him his current position.
Magnus had spent the night before combing the undiscovered tunnels, checking with the people, before he eventually called upon Vangelis's attention to what he had found. "I'm sure you don't need me to answer that question for you, Your Highness." Magnus replied glibly, as he took another step closer to the tunnel that could possibly fit him in a tight fit, but would not fit the crown prince's bulkier frame. "To go straight up would be suicide. And as you said, there is nothing of value in this area per se. But follow the angle... and where does it lead to?"
He already knew the answer of course, and had already sent people to the Halls of the Gods. His men guarded the exit and entry, the only place people would be able to come and go to the halls. And for the day, Magnus had restricted access to what had previously been a public place, to ensure that even if someone was trying to access the royal vault, if they were still there, he would at least have a chance at them. Questions ran abound, but his people had been told to quell suspicions for as much as they could, stating that there were repair works going on. But he could only quell them for so long.