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The Colchian Marketplace was never short of unusual trinkets from the corners of the world. Maximus once again walked through the bustling bazaar stoically observing the citizens staring in awe at the various items presented by the travelling merchants. Maximus looked mostly at the Africans who were selling beads and other items. He looked so much like them there was so much Maximus wanted to know about Africa considering that his roots were from there. Maximus' family refused to talk about Africa, his father giving him explicit warning to never ask anything relating to Africa again. Unfortunately, this only fueled Maximus' curiosity about his ancestral homeland.
Seeing an African merchant banging his hands against a drum, the beats filled Maximus' body with a need to dance. The normally stoic young man found himself tapping his right foot to the rhythm his mind engrossed in the moment. What happened in Africa that made his father not want to talk about it? "You are a Greek citizen!" He would say. "A soldier of Colchis! Act like one!" None would ever dare to question Maximus' loyalty to the realm but was it so bad to be curious in where you came from? As a boy, Maximus wouldn't dare approach an African out of fear of what his father would think. Now that he's a man, Maximus' desire to know more about his homeland grew. He would be redeployed soon, it was now or never.
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The Colchian Marketplace was never short of unusual trinkets from the corners of the world. Maximus once again walked through the bustling bazaar stoically observing the citizens staring in awe at the various items presented by the travelling merchants. Maximus looked mostly at the Africans who were selling beads and other items. He looked so much like them there was so much Maximus wanted to know about Africa considering that his roots were from there. Maximus' family refused to talk about Africa, his father giving him explicit warning to never ask anything relating to Africa again. Unfortunately, this only fueled Maximus' curiosity about his ancestral homeland.
Seeing an African merchant banging his hands against a drum, the beats filled Maximus' body with a need to dance. The normally stoic young man found himself tapping his right foot to the rhythm his mind engrossed in the moment. What happened in Africa that made his father not want to talk about it? "You are a Greek citizen!" He would say. "A soldier of Colchis! Act like one!" None would ever dare to question Maximus' loyalty to the realm but was it so bad to be curious in where you came from? As a boy, Maximus wouldn't dare approach an African out of fear of what his father would think. Now that he's a man, Maximus' desire to know more about his homeland grew. He would be redeployed soon, it was now or never.
The Colchian Marketplace was never short of unusual trinkets from the corners of the world. Maximus once again walked through the bustling bazaar stoically observing the citizens staring in awe at the various items presented by the travelling merchants. Maximus looked mostly at the Africans who were selling beads and other items. He looked so much like them there was so much Maximus wanted to know about Africa considering that his roots were from there. Maximus' family refused to talk about Africa, his father giving him explicit warning to never ask anything relating to Africa again. Unfortunately, this only fueled Maximus' curiosity about his ancestral homeland.
Seeing an African merchant banging his hands against a drum, the beats filled Maximus' body with a need to dance. The normally stoic young man found himself tapping his right foot to the rhythm his mind engrossed in the moment. What happened in Africa that made his father not want to talk about it? "You are a Greek citizen!" He would say. "A soldier of Colchis! Act like one!" None would ever dare to question Maximus' loyalty to the realm but was it so bad to be curious in where you came from? As a boy, Maximus wouldn't dare approach an African out of fear of what his father would think. Now that he's a man, Maximus' desire to know more about his homeland grew. He would be redeployed soon, it was now or never.
Usually, in the colder months of the year, Mihail opted to stay within the safety of his home where he could be reassured of the warmth. He had always had a relatively high tolerance for the harsher weather so typical of Colchis, and the temperature did not hugely bother him, but he preferred the solitude of his chambers. It was where he spent the majority of his time, save for those days on which he would disappear away to Nethisa in tantrum, brave that disgust he held for water, until either his sisters demanded his return or he grew bored of feigning anger. But, today, he found himself in neither of his preferred locations, opting to travel to visit the marketplace in the centre of the capital city.
The wind chilled his face, ruffling his black curls and swaying the folds of his similarly coloured chiton. Not having expected to leave the Thanasi home that day, his outfit was not entirely designed for the adverse weather conditions, and, despite his penchant for the cold, Mihail could not help but shiver slightly as he looked around the market stalls. He may well find something to wear which could warm him up. There was nothing especially unusual to him on offer, nor anything which seemed as though it might aid his shiver, and the way he slipped through the crowds with such apathetic boredom on his face betrayed that fact. He was starting to regret the choice to leave his home.
Mihail had never spent so long in the market. As the hours passed, he found he was in a part of the market he did not typically visit. Where the merchants were darker skinned than what he was used to seeing in, the travelling merchants who always brought fascinating new wares to the city of Midas. Africa. It was another land which he had never visited - and, given the immense stretch of water he imagined he would have to cross to do so, he doubted he ever would - but his home had hosted visitors from the distant land, usually hidden away in meetings with his father and sister. But they had brought gifts, and they had been such fascinating gifts. The sharp arrows made from black stone had especially appealed to the young man, and he planned to look for more now that he realised he had the opportunity.
One of the men near him appeared a soldier. Grecian, he imagined, based on his location and his style of dress, despite his complexion implying otherwise. Mihail approached him with that same half-smile he always wore which gave him such an allegedly perpetually inebriated expression. "Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around." Soldiers were intended to help the populace, after all.
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Usually, in the colder months of the year, Mihail opted to stay within the safety of his home where he could be reassured of the warmth. He had always had a relatively high tolerance for the harsher weather so typical of Colchis, and the temperature did not hugely bother him, but he preferred the solitude of his chambers. It was where he spent the majority of his time, save for those days on which he would disappear away to Nethisa in tantrum, brave that disgust he held for water, until either his sisters demanded his return or he grew bored of feigning anger. But, today, he found himself in neither of his preferred locations, opting to travel to visit the marketplace in the centre of the capital city.
The wind chilled his face, ruffling his black curls and swaying the folds of his similarly coloured chiton. Not having expected to leave the Thanasi home that day, his outfit was not entirely designed for the adverse weather conditions, and, despite his penchant for the cold, Mihail could not help but shiver slightly as he looked around the market stalls. He may well find something to wear which could warm him up. There was nothing especially unusual to him on offer, nor anything which seemed as though it might aid his shiver, and the way he slipped through the crowds with such apathetic boredom on his face betrayed that fact. He was starting to regret the choice to leave his home.
Mihail had never spent so long in the market. As the hours passed, he found he was in a part of the market he did not typically visit. Where the merchants were darker skinned than what he was used to seeing in, the travelling merchants who always brought fascinating new wares to the city of Midas. Africa. It was another land which he had never visited - and, given the immense stretch of water he imagined he would have to cross to do so, he doubted he ever would - but his home had hosted visitors from the distant land, usually hidden away in meetings with his father and sister. But they had brought gifts, and they had been such fascinating gifts. The sharp arrows made from black stone had especially appealed to the young man, and he planned to look for more now that he realised he had the opportunity.
One of the men near him appeared a soldier. Grecian, he imagined, based on his location and his style of dress, despite his complexion implying otherwise. Mihail approached him with that same half-smile he always wore which gave him such an allegedly perpetually inebriated expression. "Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around." Soldiers were intended to help the populace, after all.
Usually, in the colder months of the year, Mihail opted to stay within the safety of his home where he could be reassured of the warmth. He had always had a relatively high tolerance for the harsher weather so typical of Colchis, and the temperature did not hugely bother him, but he preferred the solitude of his chambers. It was where he spent the majority of his time, save for those days on which he would disappear away to Nethisa in tantrum, brave that disgust he held for water, until either his sisters demanded his return or he grew bored of feigning anger. But, today, he found himself in neither of his preferred locations, opting to travel to visit the marketplace in the centre of the capital city.
The wind chilled his face, ruffling his black curls and swaying the folds of his similarly coloured chiton. Not having expected to leave the Thanasi home that day, his outfit was not entirely designed for the adverse weather conditions, and, despite his penchant for the cold, Mihail could not help but shiver slightly as he looked around the market stalls. He may well find something to wear which could warm him up. There was nothing especially unusual to him on offer, nor anything which seemed as though it might aid his shiver, and the way he slipped through the crowds with such apathetic boredom on his face betrayed that fact. He was starting to regret the choice to leave his home.
Mihail had never spent so long in the market. As the hours passed, he found he was in a part of the market he did not typically visit. Where the merchants were darker skinned than what he was used to seeing in, the travelling merchants who always brought fascinating new wares to the city of Midas. Africa. It was another land which he had never visited - and, given the immense stretch of water he imagined he would have to cross to do so, he doubted he ever would - but his home had hosted visitors from the distant land, usually hidden away in meetings with his father and sister. But they had brought gifts, and they had been such fascinating gifts. The sharp arrows made from black stone had especially appealed to the young man, and he planned to look for more now that he realised he had the opportunity.
One of the men near him appeared a soldier. Grecian, he imagined, based on his location and his style of dress, despite his complexion implying otherwise. Mihail approached him with that same half-smile he always wore which gave him such an allegedly perpetually inebriated expression. "Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around." Soldiers were intended to help the populace, after all.
"Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around."
The voice reached Maximus ears and he slowly turned around, a man who appeared around Maximus' age was the one who asked the question. He was a tall fellow with long black hair and a thin frame which make Maximus almost think that he was woman at first though the perma stubble on his chin put an end to those thoughts. "Well," Maximus said smiling looking around for the Fletcher, they were the ones who attached fletchings on the end of arrows. He remembered seeing them making arrows during his tour against the Barbarians.
"There's one located on the left near the bathhouse," Maximus said. "Aegeus is his name, he's been tying arrows for years. Very friendly man."
Maximus knew the names of almost of all the local merchants. He would often visit their stores and talk their ear off with questions about the outside world. Maximus knew that Aegeus visited Egypt while Maximus was on tour and the old man would be amazed at the quality of the feathers they produced. Maximus remembered that Aegeus described Egypt as a sandy wonderland.
"Shall I lead you to him?" Maximus said continue to smile. "What is your name?" Maximus stuck his hand out for the man to shake. "My name is Maximus of Laconia."
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"Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around."
The voice reached Maximus ears and he slowly turned around, a man who appeared around Maximus' age was the one who asked the question. He was a tall fellow with long black hair and a thin frame which make Maximus almost think that he was woman at first though the perma stubble on his chin put an end to those thoughts. "Well," Maximus said smiling looking around for the Fletcher, they were the ones who attached fletchings on the end of arrows. He remembered seeing them making arrows during his tour against the Barbarians.
"There's one located on the left near the bathhouse," Maximus said. "Aegeus is his name, he's been tying arrows for years. Very friendly man."
Maximus knew the names of almost of all the local merchants. He would often visit their stores and talk their ear off with questions about the outside world. Maximus knew that Aegeus visited Egypt while Maximus was on tour and the old man would be amazed at the quality of the feathers they produced. Maximus remembered that Aegeus described Egypt as a sandy wonderland.
"Shall I lead you to him?" Maximus said continue to smile. "What is your name?" Maximus stuck his hand out for the man to shake. "My name is Maximus of Laconia."
"Would you happen to know where I might find a fletcher? I imagine you would know your way around."
The voice reached Maximus ears and he slowly turned around, a man who appeared around Maximus' age was the one who asked the question. He was a tall fellow with long black hair and a thin frame which make Maximus almost think that he was woman at first though the perma stubble on his chin put an end to those thoughts. "Well," Maximus said smiling looking around for the Fletcher, they were the ones who attached fletchings on the end of arrows. He remembered seeing them making arrows during his tour against the Barbarians.
"There's one located on the left near the bathhouse," Maximus said. "Aegeus is his name, he's been tying arrows for years. Very friendly man."
Maximus knew the names of almost of all the local merchants. He would often visit their stores and talk their ear off with questions about the outside world. Maximus knew that Aegeus visited Egypt while Maximus was on tour and the old man would be amazed at the quality of the feathers they produced. Maximus remembered that Aegeus described Egypt as a sandy wonderland.
"Shall I lead you to him?" Maximus said continue to smile. "What is your name?" Maximus stuck his hand out for the man to shake. "My name is Maximus of Laconia."
When directions were given, Mihail could not help but direct his gaze over to where the alleged fletcher could be found. He did not exactly care for the man being 'friendly', though he appreciated the comment that reassured him he could trust the man to make the high-quality arrows he so desired: although, whether the man could design them to his Thanasi-customised specifications, he could never tell. If there was one thing, he could not stand, it was when a fletcher refused to make those red and black arrows he so intently adored. It made a certain sense, he supposed. They were expensive to produce, the crimson-darkened wood and inky feathers arguably unnecessary for successful archery (although Mihail had never once minded appearing ostentatious nor theatrical in his practise of the sport).
"Thank you," he replied, the smile on his face widening ever so slightly and nodding his head in further acknowledgement and appreciation of the directions. He had assumed that would be all, shifted his body as though to move away when he was met with the suggestion that he be led to the merchant. Well, he could hardly reject a personal escort.
Delicately holding out his hand in a manner more feminine than most would have expected from any royal lord - the style almost reminiscent of the way his sisters would wait for the other noblemen to offer them a gentle kiss of courtesy, though it seemed little surprise for a man raised almost entirely in their company. This entire conversation appeared relatively unconventional, but he had arrived at the market feeling amicable that day, and the use of knowing a soldier by name was undeniable.
"Lord Mihail of Thanasi," he replied, hoping the name would receive some degree of attention. The youngest was not often the most recognised of the Thanasi branch, even if he considered himself just as dangerous as the rest of them in his own sinister ways. "I would appreciate your aid in directions. I'm afraid I have not been this far into the market before, and it is a little unfamiliar to me."
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When directions were given, Mihail could not help but direct his gaze over to where the alleged fletcher could be found. He did not exactly care for the man being 'friendly', though he appreciated the comment that reassured him he could trust the man to make the high-quality arrows he so desired: although, whether the man could design them to his Thanasi-customised specifications, he could never tell. If there was one thing, he could not stand, it was when a fletcher refused to make those red and black arrows he so intently adored. It made a certain sense, he supposed. They were expensive to produce, the crimson-darkened wood and inky feathers arguably unnecessary for successful archery (although Mihail had never once minded appearing ostentatious nor theatrical in his practise of the sport).
"Thank you," he replied, the smile on his face widening ever so slightly and nodding his head in further acknowledgement and appreciation of the directions. He had assumed that would be all, shifted his body as though to move away when he was met with the suggestion that he be led to the merchant. Well, he could hardly reject a personal escort.
Delicately holding out his hand in a manner more feminine than most would have expected from any royal lord - the style almost reminiscent of the way his sisters would wait for the other noblemen to offer them a gentle kiss of courtesy, though it seemed little surprise for a man raised almost entirely in their company. This entire conversation appeared relatively unconventional, but he had arrived at the market feeling amicable that day, and the use of knowing a soldier by name was undeniable.
"Lord Mihail of Thanasi," he replied, hoping the name would receive some degree of attention. The youngest was not often the most recognised of the Thanasi branch, even if he considered himself just as dangerous as the rest of them in his own sinister ways. "I would appreciate your aid in directions. I'm afraid I have not been this far into the market before, and it is a little unfamiliar to me."
When directions were given, Mihail could not help but direct his gaze over to where the alleged fletcher could be found. He did not exactly care for the man being 'friendly', though he appreciated the comment that reassured him he could trust the man to make the high-quality arrows he so desired: although, whether the man could design them to his Thanasi-customised specifications, he could never tell. If there was one thing, he could not stand, it was when a fletcher refused to make those red and black arrows he so intently adored. It made a certain sense, he supposed. They were expensive to produce, the crimson-darkened wood and inky feathers arguably unnecessary for successful archery (although Mihail had never once minded appearing ostentatious nor theatrical in his practise of the sport).
"Thank you," he replied, the smile on his face widening ever so slightly and nodding his head in further acknowledgement and appreciation of the directions. He had assumed that would be all, shifted his body as though to move away when he was met with the suggestion that he be led to the merchant. Well, he could hardly reject a personal escort.
Delicately holding out his hand in a manner more feminine than most would have expected from any royal lord - the style almost reminiscent of the way his sisters would wait for the other noblemen to offer them a gentle kiss of courtesy, though it seemed little surprise for a man raised almost entirely in their company. This entire conversation appeared relatively unconventional, but he had arrived at the market feeling amicable that day, and the use of knowing a soldier by name was undeniable.
"Lord Mihail of Thanasi," he replied, hoping the name would receive some degree of attention. The youngest was not often the most recognised of the Thanasi branch, even if he considered himself just as dangerous as the rest of them in his own sinister ways. "I would appreciate your aid in directions. I'm afraid I have not been this far into the market before, and it is a little unfamiliar to me."
A noble! Maximus immediately knelt down before Mihiail as befitting of a soldier of Colchis. "It is an honor to be in your presence my lord," Maximus said. "And of course it will be my pleasure to escort you through the marketplace." Taking a long look at the many people passing the two of them, Maximus nodded his head. "Follow me," he muttered.
The marketplace was second to the barracks in terms of a home for Maximus. He knew every direction of the marketplace by heart, the exotic items from the interesting merchants who come to Colchis to ply their trade. The market place was full of wonders. "The local Fletcher shouldn't be too long from here my lord," Maximus said. "He's very good at his job though I must warn you my lord sometimes he can overcharge for nobles."
Maximus closed his eyes "there was a time," he said. "Where I heard a noble complained that the Flecther had been overpricing the items he paid for. The Fletcher denied this claim saying that this was the price he paid for all of his customers. To test that statement, the noble secretly employed his servant to by arrows from the Fletcher. The noble stayed in the shadows while his servant handed out his coin. The Fletcher ended up charging at a price that was much cheaper with the same arrows that noble bought. The noble sprung from where he was hiding and forced him to lower the price the next time he was around or his father will see to his execution. The fletcher reluctantly agreed."
"I'll make sure that the Fletcher will treat you fairly," Maximus grinned as they got closer to the shop.
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A noble! Maximus immediately knelt down before Mihiail as befitting of a soldier of Colchis. "It is an honor to be in your presence my lord," Maximus said. "And of course it will be my pleasure to escort you through the marketplace." Taking a long look at the many people passing the two of them, Maximus nodded his head. "Follow me," he muttered.
The marketplace was second to the barracks in terms of a home for Maximus. He knew every direction of the marketplace by heart, the exotic items from the interesting merchants who come to Colchis to ply their trade. The market place was full of wonders. "The local Fletcher shouldn't be too long from here my lord," Maximus said. "He's very good at his job though I must warn you my lord sometimes he can overcharge for nobles."
Maximus closed his eyes "there was a time," he said. "Where I heard a noble complained that the Flecther had been overpricing the items he paid for. The Fletcher denied this claim saying that this was the price he paid for all of his customers. To test that statement, the noble secretly employed his servant to by arrows from the Fletcher. The noble stayed in the shadows while his servant handed out his coin. The Fletcher ended up charging at a price that was much cheaper with the same arrows that noble bought. The noble sprung from where he was hiding and forced him to lower the price the next time he was around or his father will see to his execution. The fletcher reluctantly agreed."
"I'll make sure that the Fletcher will treat you fairly," Maximus grinned as they got closer to the shop.
A noble! Maximus immediately knelt down before Mihiail as befitting of a soldier of Colchis. "It is an honor to be in your presence my lord," Maximus said. "And of course it will be my pleasure to escort you through the marketplace." Taking a long look at the many people passing the two of them, Maximus nodded his head. "Follow me," he muttered.
The marketplace was second to the barracks in terms of a home for Maximus. He knew every direction of the marketplace by heart, the exotic items from the interesting merchants who come to Colchis to ply their trade. The market place was full of wonders. "The local Fletcher shouldn't be too long from here my lord," Maximus said. "He's very good at his job though I must warn you my lord sometimes he can overcharge for nobles."
Maximus closed his eyes "there was a time," he said. "Where I heard a noble complained that the Flecther had been overpricing the items he paid for. The Fletcher denied this claim saying that this was the price he paid for all of his customers. To test that statement, the noble secretly employed his servant to by arrows from the Fletcher. The noble stayed in the shadows while his servant handed out his coin. The Fletcher ended up charging at a price that was much cheaper with the same arrows that noble bought. The noble sprung from where he was hiding and forced him to lower the price the next time he was around or his father will see to his execution. The fletcher reluctantly agreed."
"I'll make sure that the Fletcher will treat you fairly," Maximus grinned as they got closer to the shop.
Mihail would not deny enjoying a little sycophancy. It was a part of the reason why he typically selected Nethisa as his province of choice to have his little temper tantrums: it was far easier to get what he wanted somewhere that his family controlled rather than elsewhere. He thought the man's actions were marginally over the top, but he said nothing about it, only shifted his hand to his waist as he waited for the other to stand once more. He had not requested an escort, but he would not reject one either, nodding at the suggestion that Maximus would lead him to the fletcher.
"Fascinating," he muttered in response to the story, although he somewhat doubted that he would be overcharged for the arrows. He liked to think a Thanasi was just the kind of person no one would be idiotic enough to overcharge - they had built a reputation over the years which he was more than happy to latch onto when it suited him - but Mihail had not precisely chosen the most noticeably Thanasi outfit that day. He was not particularly keen to create public drama in such an unfamiliar location. At least his sudden companion appeared to know the area well, and with the promise of a guide by his side, it would not do to look too uninterested in his tale. Instead, Mihail nodded as they finally approached his requested shop, twitching his mouth into a kinder smile. "I am confident you can ensure I receive the ideal price. "
The fletcher's stall was not exceptionally large, and there was a moment of concern that he might not have the excessively specific arrows for which he had come. His gaze flickered around the store in search of them before he spoke. "I am in search of arrows - obsidian. I have been told," he tilted his head towards Maximus, as if inviting him into the conversation, "that you shall give me an excellent price. I don't want to take my business elsewhere." As if he knew anywhere else he could obtain them.
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Mihail would not deny enjoying a little sycophancy. It was a part of the reason why he typically selected Nethisa as his province of choice to have his little temper tantrums: it was far easier to get what he wanted somewhere that his family controlled rather than elsewhere. He thought the man's actions were marginally over the top, but he said nothing about it, only shifted his hand to his waist as he waited for the other to stand once more. He had not requested an escort, but he would not reject one either, nodding at the suggestion that Maximus would lead him to the fletcher.
"Fascinating," he muttered in response to the story, although he somewhat doubted that he would be overcharged for the arrows. He liked to think a Thanasi was just the kind of person no one would be idiotic enough to overcharge - they had built a reputation over the years which he was more than happy to latch onto when it suited him - but Mihail had not precisely chosen the most noticeably Thanasi outfit that day. He was not particularly keen to create public drama in such an unfamiliar location. At least his sudden companion appeared to know the area well, and with the promise of a guide by his side, it would not do to look too uninterested in his tale. Instead, Mihail nodded as they finally approached his requested shop, twitching his mouth into a kinder smile. "I am confident you can ensure I receive the ideal price. "
The fletcher's stall was not exceptionally large, and there was a moment of concern that he might not have the excessively specific arrows for which he had come. His gaze flickered around the store in search of them before he spoke. "I am in search of arrows - obsidian. I have been told," he tilted his head towards Maximus, as if inviting him into the conversation, "that you shall give me an excellent price. I don't want to take my business elsewhere." As if he knew anywhere else he could obtain them.
Mihail would not deny enjoying a little sycophancy. It was a part of the reason why he typically selected Nethisa as his province of choice to have his little temper tantrums: it was far easier to get what he wanted somewhere that his family controlled rather than elsewhere. He thought the man's actions were marginally over the top, but he said nothing about it, only shifted his hand to his waist as he waited for the other to stand once more. He had not requested an escort, but he would not reject one either, nodding at the suggestion that Maximus would lead him to the fletcher.
"Fascinating," he muttered in response to the story, although he somewhat doubted that he would be overcharged for the arrows. He liked to think a Thanasi was just the kind of person no one would be idiotic enough to overcharge - they had built a reputation over the years which he was more than happy to latch onto when it suited him - but Mihail had not precisely chosen the most noticeably Thanasi outfit that day. He was not particularly keen to create public drama in such an unfamiliar location. At least his sudden companion appeared to know the area well, and with the promise of a guide by his side, it would not do to look too uninterested in his tale. Instead, Mihail nodded as they finally approached his requested shop, twitching his mouth into a kinder smile. "I am confident you can ensure I receive the ideal price. "
The fletcher's stall was not exceptionally large, and there was a moment of concern that he might not have the excessively specific arrows for which he had come. His gaze flickered around the store in search of them before he spoke. "I am in search of arrows - obsidian. I have been told," he tilted his head towards Maximus, as if inviting him into the conversation, "that you shall give me an excellent price. I don't want to take my business elsewhere." As if he knew anywhere else he could obtain them.
Arrows were fairly expensive in the marketplace but with a noble shopping around perhaps they can arrange a deal. “Well,” Maximus said walking with the young man. “Obsidian arrows are expensive but maybe I can strike a deal with the fletcher. The marketplace is always starving for endorsements by nobles maybe if you give the fletcher an endorsement he’ll lower the price for you significantly.” Maximus was familiar with the merchants and had battered with them a few times. “Come on my lord,”‘he said heading to the fletcher. “Let us negotiate.”
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Arrows were fairly expensive in the marketplace but with a noble shopping around perhaps they can arrange a deal. “Well,” Maximus said walking with the young man. “Obsidian arrows are expensive but maybe I can strike a deal with the fletcher. The marketplace is always starving for endorsements by nobles maybe if you give the fletcher an endorsement he’ll lower the price for you significantly.” Maximus was familiar with the merchants and had battered with them a few times. “Come on my lord,”‘he said heading to the fletcher. “Let us negotiate.”
Arrows were fairly expensive in the marketplace but with a noble shopping around perhaps they can arrange a deal. “Well,” Maximus said walking with the young man. “Obsidian arrows are expensive but maybe I can strike a deal with the fletcher. The marketplace is always starving for endorsements by nobles maybe if you give the fletcher an endorsement he’ll lower the price for you significantly.” Maximus was familiar with the merchants and had battered with them a few times. “Come on my lord,”‘he said heading to the fletcher. “Let us negotiate.”
Obsidian arrows were often expensive, that much was true, but there were two facts of which Mihail was certain his current companion was unaware. The first was that the Thanasi lord could be excessively stubborn when it came to these matters: he liked a specific type of arrow, and if the arrows he was sold did not match that ideal, then they were practically worthless. Secondly, was the perhaps more important point that Mihail did not care for the price. For a quality product, he was willing to pay most costs.
Still, he was willing to negotiate to an extent. If Maximus believed he could have the price lowered, then there was no harm in trying. An endorsement was an interesting idea, and he drummed his neat fingernails on the countertop of the man's stall. "I suppose...if I am pleased enough with the arrows, then I might be inclined to offer something - certainly my continued patronage." That seemed more than reasonable enough, for the sheer fact that the vendor could have a relatively high-ranking noble frequently visiting his stand should have been enough to entice him. "But I cannot have them plain. I need the shafts dyed red and the feathers black. If you can achieve this to a sufficiently acceptable level, then perhaps I shall offer you this endorsement."
As the fletcher momentarily disappeared to find an example of the work he could do, Mihail turned his attention back to the soldier that had accompanied him thus far, a lightly-pleased smile on his face. "It seems your suggestions have proved quite valuable. Perhaps I shall be inclined to call upon your aid again on future occasions."
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Obsidian arrows were often expensive, that much was true, but there were two facts of which Mihail was certain his current companion was unaware. The first was that the Thanasi lord could be excessively stubborn when it came to these matters: he liked a specific type of arrow, and if the arrows he was sold did not match that ideal, then they were practically worthless. Secondly, was the perhaps more important point that Mihail did not care for the price. For a quality product, he was willing to pay most costs.
Still, he was willing to negotiate to an extent. If Maximus believed he could have the price lowered, then there was no harm in trying. An endorsement was an interesting idea, and he drummed his neat fingernails on the countertop of the man's stall. "I suppose...if I am pleased enough with the arrows, then I might be inclined to offer something - certainly my continued patronage." That seemed more than reasonable enough, for the sheer fact that the vendor could have a relatively high-ranking noble frequently visiting his stand should have been enough to entice him. "But I cannot have them plain. I need the shafts dyed red and the feathers black. If you can achieve this to a sufficiently acceptable level, then perhaps I shall offer you this endorsement."
As the fletcher momentarily disappeared to find an example of the work he could do, Mihail turned his attention back to the soldier that had accompanied him thus far, a lightly-pleased smile on his face. "It seems your suggestions have proved quite valuable. Perhaps I shall be inclined to call upon your aid again on future occasions."
Obsidian arrows were often expensive, that much was true, but there were two facts of which Mihail was certain his current companion was unaware. The first was that the Thanasi lord could be excessively stubborn when it came to these matters: he liked a specific type of arrow, and if the arrows he was sold did not match that ideal, then they were practically worthless. Secondly, was the perhaps more important point that Mihail did not care for the price. For a quality product, he was willing to pay most costs.
Still, he was willing to negotiate to an extent. If Maximus believed he could have the price lowered, then there was no harm in trying. An endorsement was an interesting idea, and he drummed his neat fingernails on the countertop of the man's stall. "I suppose...if I am pleased enough with the arrows, then I might be inclined to offer something - certainly my continued patronage." That seemed more than reasonable enough, for the sheer fact that the vendor could have a relatively high-ranking noble frequently visiting his stand should have been enough to entice him. "But I cannot have them plain. I need the shafts dyed red and the feathers black. If you can achieve this to a sufficiently acceptable level, then perhaps I shall offer you this endorsement."
As the fletcher momentarily disappeared to find an example of the work he could do, Mihail turned his attention back to the soldier that had accompanied him thus far, a lightly-pleased smile on his face. "It seems your suggestions have proved quite valuable. Perhaps I shall be inclined to call upon your aid again on future occasions."
Maximus chuckled but still remained at a soldiers attention. "Of course sir!" he said his tone full of pride. "It's what I was trained to do! To protect and serve." Aegues came back with a lot of Obsidian arrows on his and gave them to Mihail. "I'll let you have these for free," he said smiling. "I just require you to say a good thing or two about my shop my lord?"
"You should do it," Maximus said. "It'll bring good will to the people if you publicly endorse one of the best fletcher shops in Colchis.
"Yes!" the Fletcher smiled a toothless grin which made Maximus cringe a bit but he still remained at attention none the less. "Please do my lord! I would forever be your humble servant if you recommend me."
Just then Maximus he a familiar voice speaking in the middle of the marketplace. "So I what I observed?" The Teacher was swaying back and forth talking to the young men. "There is a childhood desire to sleep with the mother and to kill the father. I mean we children have been attached to our mothers since birth what if we plotted to sleep with them and kill the father?"
"Yeah!" One of the boys said. "I've always found that I loved my mother more than my father! Maybe I subconsciously wanted to fuck her and kill my father!"
"Hey Maximus!" The teacher smiled as he puffed out smoke from his mouth and waved. "You and your friend wanna hear an aretē? It's free for my best friend in the world."
"I suggest we leave now my lord," Maximus muttered. "I like The Teacher but he can be eccentric at times."
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Maximus chuckled but still remained at a soldiers attention. "Of course sir!" he said his tone full of pride. "It's what I was trained to do! To protect and serve." Aegues came back with a lot of Obsidian arrows on his and gave them to Mihail. "I'll let you have these for free," he said smiling. "I just require you to say a good thing or two about my shop my lord?"
"You should do it," Maximus said. "It'll bring good will to the people if you publicly endorse one of the best fletcher shops in Colchis.
"Yes!" the Fletcher smiled a toothless grin which made Maximus cringe a bit but he still remained at attention none the less. "Please do my lord! I would forever be your humble servant if you recommend me."
Just then Maximus he a familiar voice speaking in the middle of the marketplace. "So I what I observed?" The Teacher was swaying back and forth talking to the young men. "There is a childhood desire to sleep with the mother and to kill the father. I mean we children have been attached to our mothers since birth what if we plotted to sleep with them and kill the father?"
"Yeah!" One of the boys said. "I've always found that I loved my mother more than my father! Maybe I subconsciously wanted to fuck her and kill my father!"
"Hey Maximus!" The teacher smiled as he puffed out smoke from his mouth and waved. "You and your friend wanna hear an aretē? It's free for my best friend in the world."
"I suggest we leave now my lord," Maximus muttered. "I like The Teacher but he can be eccentric at times."
Maximus chuckled but still remained at a soldiers attention. "Of course sir!" he said his tone full of pride. "It's what I was trained to do! To protect and serve." Aegues came back with a lot of Obsidian arrows on his and gave them to Mihail. "I'll let you have these for free," he said smiling. "I just require you to say a good thing or two about my shop my lord?"
"You should do it," Maximus said. "It'll bring good will to the people if you publicly endorse one of the best fletcher shops in Colchis.
"Yes!" the Fletcher smiled a toothless grin which made Maximus cringe a bit but he still remained at attention none the less. "Please do my lord! I would forever be your humble servant if you recommend me."
Just then Maximus he a familiar voice speaking in the middle of the marketplace. "So I what I observed?" The Teacher was swaying back and forth talking to the young men. "There is a childhood desire to sleep with the mother and to kill the father. I mean we children have been attached to our mothers since birth what if we plotted to sleep with them and kill the father?"
"Yeah!" One of the boys said. "I've always found that I loved my mother more than my father! Maybe I subconsciously wanted to fuck her and kill my father!"
"Hey Maximus!" The teacher smiled as he puffed out smoke from his mouth and waved. "You and your friend wanna hear an aretē? It's free for my best friend in the world."
"I suggest we leave now my lord," Maximus muttered. "I like The Teacher but he can be eccentric at times."
This was not a normal situation. 'Thanasi' was not typically a name which inspired others to perform good deeds, and Mihail was convinced more than one shopkeeper had feigned absence in the past for fear of Nethis coming to collect some debt or another (though perhaps these were only silly stories that he, as a member of the family, should know better than to trust). Still, he smiled in that friendly manner which somehow seemed so unnatural to him, giving the fletcher a nod of reassurance which he hoped came across as relatively less patronising than he had intended. He was not one to turn down the free purchase, especially if it would stop his sister harping about the typical cost of such pretentious arrows.
"Yes, well, I shall see how they serve me," he replied, already turning away. This was the logical response, after all, there was no point in endorsing an individual whose goods were substandard. "Then, perhaps, I shall spread the word." The Thanasi waggled his fingers in a half-contemptuous manner as he started to move away, though he paused as his temporary escort began to mutter.
Mihail had heard the words exchanged between the men in the centre of the marketplace, though he had paid them little heed. He had a particular interest in philosophy, but the ideas he was currently hearing appeared absurd - perhaps he might have desired the death of his father, but he had only harboured a similar distaste for his mother - and, as such, dismissed them as nonsense to which he did not need to listen. "I do not mind eccentricity." So much should have been evident by Mihail's own often unconventional style of dress, but Maximus had not known him long enough to know such a thing. "However, I have completed my required purchase and imagine my sisters shall be expecting me at home, thus, yes, I believe we should leave."
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This was not a normal situation. 'Thanasi' was not typically a name which inspired others to perform good deeds, and Mihail was convinced more than one shopkeeper had feigned absence in the past for fear of Nethis coming to collect some debt or another (though perhaps these were only silly stories that he, as a member of the family, should know better than to trust). Still, he smiled in that friendly manner which somehow seemed so unnatural to him, giving the fletcher a nod of reassurance which he hoped came across as relatively less patronising than he had intended. He was not one to turn down the free purchase, especially if it would stop his sister harping about the typical cost of such pretentious arrows.
"Yes, well, I shall see how they serve me," he replied, already turning away. This was the logical response, after all, there was no point in endorsing an individual whose goods were substandard. "Then, perhaps, I shall spread the word." The Thanasi waggled his fingers in a half-contemptuous manner as he started to move away, though he paused as his temporary escort began to mutter.
Mihail had heard the words exchanged between the men in the centre of the marketplace, though he had paid them little heed. He had a particular interest in philosophy, but the ideas he was currently hearing appeared absurd - perhaps he might have desired the death of his father, but he had only harboured a similar distaste for his mother - and, as such, dismissed them as nonsense to which he did not need to listen. "I do not mind eccentricity." So much should have been evident by Mihail's own often unconventional style of dress, but Maximus had not known him long enough to know such a thing. "However, I have completed my required purchase and imagine my sisters shall be expecting me at home, thus, yes, I believe we should leave."
This was not a normal situation. 'Thanasi' was not typically a name which inspired others to perform good deeds, and Mihail was convinced more than one shopkeeper had feigned absence in the past for fear of Nethis coming to collect some debt or another (though perhaps these were only silly stories that he, as a member of the family, should know better than to trust). Still, he smiled in that friendly manner which somehow seemed so unnatural to him, giving the fletcher a nod of reassurance which he hoped came across as relatively less patronising than he had intended. He was not one to turn down the free purchase, especially if it would stop his sister harping about the typical cost of such pretentious arrows.
"Yes, well, I shall see how they serve me," he replied, already turning away. This was the logical response, after all, there was no point in endorsing an individual whose goods were substandard. "Then, perhaps, I shall spread the word." The Thanasi waggled his fingers in a half-contemptuous manner as he started to move away, though he paused as his temporary escort began to mutter.
Mihail had heard the words exchanged between the men in the centre of the marketplace, though he had paid them little heed. He had a particular interest in philosophy, but the ideas he was currently hearing appeared absurd - perhaps he might have desired the death of his father, but he had only harboured a similar distaste for his mother - and, as such, dismissed them as nonsense to which he did not need to listen. "I do not mind eccentricity." So much should have been evident by Mihail's own often unconventional style of dress, but Maximus had not known him long enough to know such a thing. "However, I have completed my required purchase and imagine my sisters shall be expecting me at home, thus, yes, I believe we should leave."
Mihail is a Thanasi which meant he was related to Nethis. Maximus' heart went a flutter when he thought of Nethis, they've worked together a few years back investigating a murder. Nethis was beautiful and deadly, she's not a warrior but her presence commanded respect and Maximus made sure to respect Nethis' authority. He couldn't tell Mihail about his crush on Nethis the Thanasis had a less than stellar reputation around Colchis and the last thing Maximus needed was to be reprimanded by a noble for saying the wrong thing. Besides he was certain that Mihail will be very protective with his sister even she's not the one who needs protecting.
"Right milord," Maximus adjusted his belt buckle containing his Xiphos. "Follow me."
Waving goodbye to the Fletcher, Maximus began to worm his way through the bustling people who was at the Agora. Part of him wanted to live here once he retires from service. It sure beats the long journey to get to the market place. If anything, Maximus was grateful that the barracks was closer to home. Staring at Mihail, Maximus noted the young man's skinny frame. There was no way Mihail would properly function in a Phalanx, it requires strength and coordination in which he lacked either it seems. Perhaps he was training to be an archer?
"So milord," Maximus said walking up an incline. "Are you an archer? You seem to know your stuff about where to seek a Fletcher."
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Mihail is a Thanasi which meant he was related to Nethis. Maximus' heart went a flutter when he thought of Nethis, they've worked together a few years back investigating a murder. Nethis was beautiful and deadly, she's not a warrior but her presence commanded respect and Maximus made sure to respect Nethis' authority. He couldn't tell Mihail about his crush on Nethis the Thanasis had a less than stellar reputation around Colchis and the last thing Maximus needed was to be reprimanded by a noble for saying the wrong thing. Besides he was certain that Mihail will be very protective with his sister even she's not the one who needs protecting.
"Right milord," Maximus adjusted his belt buckle containing his Xiphos. "Follow me."
Waving goodbye to the Fletcher, Maximus began to worm his way through the bustling people who was at the Agora. Part of him wanted to live here once he retires from service. It sure beats the long journey to get to the market place. If anything, Maximus was grateful that the barracks was closer to home. Staring at Mihail, Maximus noted the young man's skinny frame. There was no way Mihail would properly function in a Phalanx, it requires strength and coordination in which he lacked either it seems. Perhaps he was training to be an archer?
"So milord," Maximus said walking up an incline. "Are you an archer? You seem to know your stuff about where to seek a Fletcher."
Mihail is a Thanasi which meant he was related to Nethis. Maximus' heart went a flutter when he thought of Nethis, they've worked together a few years back investigating a murder. Nethis was beautiful and deadly, she's not a warrior but her presence commanded respect and Maximus made sure to respect Nethis' authority. He couldn't tell Mihail about his crush on Nethis the Thanasis had a less than stellar reputation around Colchis and the last thing Maximus needed was to be reprimanded by a noble for saying the wrong thing. Besides he was certain that Mihail will be very protective with his sister even she's not the one who needs protecting.
"Right milord," Maximus adjusted his belt buckle containing his Xiphos. "Follow me."
Waving goodbye to the Fletcher, Maximus began to worm his way through the bustling people who was at the Agora. Part of him wanted to live here once he retires from service. It sure beats the long journey to get to the market place. If anything, Maximus was grateful that the barracks was closer to home. Staring at Mihail, Maximus noted the young man's skinny frame. There was no way Mihail would properly function in a Phalanx, it requires strength and coordination in which he lacked either it seems. Perhaps he was training to be an archer?
"So milord," Maximus said walking up an incline. "Are you an archer? You seem to know your stuff about where to seek a Fletcher."
Mihail was not usually one for trivial conversation. In truth, he had only spoken to Maximus in the first place to find his way to the fletcher from which he intended to shop, and had then assumed the man would vanish. Instead, he had lingered, but the Thanasi had found no fault in his actions, as his apparent connection had obtained for him a reasonable deal, and a guide back to somewhere he knew better would never go amiss. As a show of gratitude for the man's actions, Mihail supposed he could engage him in some niceties, and nodded his head at the proposed theory.
"Yes, I have always enjoyed archery," Mihail replied quite simply, following the man's footsteps through the agora, assuming he knew where they were headed once more. "It seems Colchis has never held a competition to that degree, but I am the finest archer in Athenia, at least, and I take pride in my ability." More pride than some thought necessary, in truth, given the age and geography of the accolade, but he found it entertaining to brag when given a chance. Mihail was not exactly humble, but he saw no reason to be when he had not much else to offer in terms of military prowess, which appeared to be the only trait for which most Colchians cared. "I have always thought archery to be infinitely more agreeable with my skills than most other sports, and have developed my own peculiarities surrounding it as a result. I prefer specific kinds of arrows, as you might have noticed, though I feel my pickiness has been earned through talent and time."
Feeling amicable, he turned the conversation around to Maximus, querying: "Do you shoot?"
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Mihail was not usually one for trivial conversation. In truth, he had only spoken to Maximus in the first place to find his way to the fletcher from which he intended to shop, and had then assumed the man would vanish. Instead, he had lingered, but the Thanasi had found no fault in his actions, as his apparent connection had obtained for him a reasonable deal, and a guide back to somewhere he knew better would never go amiss. As a show of gratitude for the man's actions, Mihail supposed he could engage him in some niceties, and nodded his head at the proposed theory.
"Yes, I have always enjoyed archery," Mihail replied quite simply, following the man's footsteps through the agora, assuming he knew where they were headed once more. "It seems Colchis has never held a competition to that degree, but I am the finest archer in Athenia, at least, and I take pride in my ability." More pride than some thought necessary, in truth, given the age and geography of the accolade, but he found it entertaining to brag when given a chance. Mihail was not exactly humble, but he saw no reason to be when he had not much else to offer in terms of military prowess, which appeared to be the only trait for which most Colchians cared. "I have always thought archery to be infinitely more agreeable with my skills than most other sports, and have developed my own peculiarities surrounding it as a result. I prefer specific kinds of arrows, as you might have noticed, though I feel my pickiness has been earned through talent and time."
Feeling amicable, he turned the conversation around to Maximus, querying: "Do you shoot?"
Mihail was not usually one for trivial conversation. In truth, he had only spoken to Maximus in the first place to find his way to the fletcher from which he intended to shop, and had then assumed the man would vanish. Instead, he had lingered, but the Thanasi had found no fault in his actions, as his apparent connection had obtained for him a reasonable deal, and a guide back to somewhere he knew better would never go amiss. As a show of gratitude for the man's actions, Mihail supposed he could engage him in some niceties, and nodded his head at the proposed theory.
"Yes, I have always enjoyed archery," Mihail replied quite simply, following the man's footsteps through the agora, assuming he knew where they were headed once more. "It seems Colchis has never held a competition to that degree, but I am the finest archer in Athenia, at least, and I take pride in my ability." More pride than some thought necessary, in truth, given the age and geography of the accolade, but he found it entertaining to brag when given a chance. Mihail was not exactly humble, but he saw no reason to be when he had not much else to offer in terms of military prowess, which appeared to be the only trait for which most Colchians cared. "I have always thought archery to be infinitely more agreeable with my skills than most other sports, and have developed my own peculiarities surrounding it as a result. I prefer specific kinds of arrows, as you might have noticed, though I feel my pickiness has been earned through talent and time."
Feeling amicable, he turned the conversation around to Maximus, querying: "Do you shoot?"
Maximus smiled at Mihail it seemed that he had a talent for archery. While the boys in his unit would scoff at archery finding it cowardly, Maximus found them just as important for a battle. Too many times that the Phalanx was saved by the archers who either protected their flanks or gave them covering fire as they charged towards the enemy. Archers were just as important to an army aside the infantry, they were the key cog that keeps a Phalanx from breaking and they are just as honorable as any Hoplite.
"I do but I'm not really good at it unfortunately," Maximus smiled at Mihail sheepishly. "My talents line with the Phalanx with my shield pressing against another man's shield in an effort to get to gain the upper hand."
They walked through the Agora which was still bustling with activity. Maximus felt rather sad that they were going to leave it even for a little while as he escorted Mihail to his home. There was a certain peace and tranquility to it while he explored the agora just one full wonder and joy. "I could do with some tips," Maximus said. "My aim can be a bit shaky when I nock an arrow."
Strangely it doesn't happen when he Maximus was throwing a spear. He was unmatched when it came to swordsman ship and spears and the most important piece of equipment: The Shield. To lose one's shield was considered to be the biggest dishonor in the military to the point where death was preferable than to lose one's shield. "Besides," Maximus said to Mihail. "When it comes to the Phalanx I know the formations inside and out. It's been drilled within me since I was six years old."
The young man smiled. "Have you seen a Phalanx in action my lord?" he asked.
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Maximus smiled at Mihail it seemed that he had a talent for archery. While the boys in his unit would scoff at archery finding it cowardly, Maximus found them just as important for a battle. Too many times that the Phalanx was saved by the archers who either protected their flanks or gave them covering fire as they charged towards the enemy. Archers were just as important to an army aside the infantry, they were the key cog that keeps a Phalanx from breaking and they are just as honorable as any Hoplite.
"I do but I'm not really good at it unfortunately," Maximus smiled at Mihail sheepishly. "My talents line with the Phalanx with my shield pressing against another man's shield in an effort to get to gain the upper hand."
They walked through the Agora which was still bustling with activity. Maximus felt rather sad that they were going to leave it even for a little while as he escorted Mihail to his home. There was a certain peace and tranquility to it while he explored the agora just one full wonder and joy. "I could do with some tips," Maximus said. "My aim can be a bit shaky when I nock an arrow."
Strangely it doesn't happen when he Maximus was throwing a spear. He was unmatched when it came to swordsman ship and spears and the most important piece of equipment: The Shield. To lose one's shield was considered to be the biggest dishonor in the military to the point where death was preferable than to lose one's shield. "Besides," Maximus said to Mihail. "When it comes to the Phalanx I know the formations inside and out. It's been drilled within me since I was six years old."
The young man smiled. "Have you seen a Phalanx in action my lord?" he asked.
Maximus smiled at Mihail it seemed that he had a talent for archery. While the boys in his unit would scoff at archery finding it cowardly, Maximus found them just as important for a battle. Too many times that the Phalanx was saved by the archers who either protected their flanks or gave them covering fire as they charged towards the enemy. Archers were just as important to an army aside the infantry, they were the key cog that keeps a Phalanx from breaking and they are just as honorable as any Hoplite.
"I do but I'm not really good at it unfortunately," Maximus smiled at Mihail sheepishly. "My talents line with the Phalanx with my shield pressing against another man's shield in an effort to get to gain the upper hand."
They walked through the Agora which was still bustling with activity. Maximus felt rather sad that they were going to leave it even for a little while as he escorted Mihail to his home. There was a certain peace and tranquility to it while he explored the agora just one full wonder and joy. "I could do with some tips," Maximus said. "My aim can be a bit shaky when I nock an arrow."
Strangely it doesn't happen when he Maximus was throwing a spear. He was unmatched when it came to swordsman ship and spears and the most important piece of equipment: The Shield. To lose one's shield was considered to be the biggest dishonor in the military to the point where death was preferable than to lose one's shield. "Besides," Maximus said to Mihail. "When it comes to the Phalanx I know the formations inside and out. It's been drilled within me since I was six years old."
The young man smiled. "Have you seen a Phalanx in action my lord?" he asked.
Yes, Mihail supposed he should have expected Maximus to answer him in the negative. Though he did not typically like to typecast - so often did people assume he was useless based on his appearance and the alleged power prescribed to his sisters - the soldier at his side did not precisely possess the physical traits which the young Thanasi associated with a fine archer. It satisfied him, in a sense, when he heard the answer, for it was rare that Mihail could outdo a soldier in any sporting activity, and he enjoyed the occasional feeling of success.
"I do find that many foot soldiers are not as skilled when it comes to archery. They are more trained in other skills, such as yourself." And there seemed nothing wrong with that, for they needed to have men in the army with all manner of abilities, else they would never do well at war. There was a reason Colchis was so renowned for its military prowess. "I cannot assess the troubles with your aim without seeing you in action, of course, but if it is shakey, then I might suggest you work on taking things slow. A moment to breathe while you settle your aim, and steady yourself. It may do you wonders in practice, and when you are more capable, then you shall be able to steady your aim in mere seconds when it comes to the battle itself." Not that Mihail had ever been in a physical battle, but he knew how to shoot, and thought his advice to be invaluable in any situation.
He said nothing more for a few moments as they walked, thinking over Maximus's statement about how long he had trained. The only hobby that Mihail had maintained for as long was his archery, but he did not consider it his entire life, as soldiers like Maximus likely thought of their profession. He could hardly imagine working towards their careers for so long. He shook his head at the query, glad his response was in the negative.
"No, I have never witnessed one. I am not an especially military man, as I am sure many are aware." It was a topic of gossip of which Mihail was more than a little conscious, though there was not much to be done. It was better to leave others surprised by what abilities he did possess, anyhow. "Do tell me, what is it like in the army? Not especially pleasant, I should imagine. Someone like myself would never manage to fit in."
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Yes, Mihail supposed he should have expected Maximus to answer him in the negative. Though he did not typically like to typecast - so often did people assume he was useless based on his appearance and the alleged power prescribed to his sisters - the soldier at his side did not precisely possess the physical traits which the young Thanasi associated with a fine archer. It satisfied him, in a sense, when he heard the answer, for it was rare that Mihail could outdo a soldier in any sporting activity, and he enjoyed the occasional feeling of success.
"I do find that many foot soldiers are not as skilled when it comes to archery. They are more trained in other skills, such as yourself." And there seemed nothing wrong with that, for they needed to have men in the army with all manner of abilities, else they would never do well at war. There was a reason Colchis was so renowned for its military prowess. "I cannot assess the troubles with your aim without seeing you in action, of course, but if it is shakey, then I might suggest you work on taking things slow. A moment to breathe while you settle your aim, and steady yourself. It may do you wonders in practice, and when you are more capable, then you shall be able to steady your aim in mere seconds when it comes to the battle itself." Not that Mihail had ever been in a physical battle, but he knew how to shoot, and thought his advice to be invaluable in any situation.
He said nothing more for a few moments as they walked, thinking over Maximus's statement about how long he had trained. The only hobby that Mihail had maintained for as long was his archery, but he did not consider it his entire life, as soldiers like Maximus likely thought of their profession. He could hardly imagine working towards their careers for so long. He shook his head at the query, glad his response was in the negative.
"No, I have never witnessed one. I am not an especially military man, as I am sure many are aware." It was a topic of gossip of which Mihail was more than a little conscious, though there was not much to be done. It was better to leave others surprised by what abilities he did possess, anyhow. "Do tell me, what is it like in the army? Not especially pleasant, I should imagine. Someone like myself would never manage to fit in."
Yes, Mihail supposed he should have expected Maximus to answer him in the negative. Though he did not typically like to typecast - so often did people assume he was useless based on his appearance and the alleged power prescribed to his sisters - the soldier at his side did not precisely possess the physical traits which the young Thanasi associated with a fine archer. It satisfied him, in a sense, when he heard the answer, for it was rare that Mihail could outdo a soldier in any sporting activity, and he enjoyed the occasional feeling of success.
"I do find that many foot soldiers are not as skilled when it comes to archery. They are more trained in other skills, such as yourself." And there seemed nothing wrong with that, for they needed to have men in the army with all manner of abilities, else they would never do well at war. There was a reason Colchis was so renowned for its military prowess. "I cannot assess the troubles with your aim without seeing you in action, of course, but if it is shakey, then I might suggest you work on taking things slow. A moment to breathe while you settle your aim, and steady yourself. It may do you wonders in practice, and when you are more capable, then you shall be able to steady your aim in mere seconds when it comes to the battle itself." Not that Mihail had ever been in a physical battle, but he knew how to shoot, and thought his advice to be invaluable in any situation.
He said nothing more for a few moments as they walked, thinking over Maximus's statement about how long he had trained. The only hobby that Mihail had maintained for as long was his archery, but he did not consider it his entire life, as soldiers like Maximus likely thought of their profession. He could hardly imagine working towards their careers for so long. He shook his head at the query, glad his response was in the negative.
"No, I have never witnessed one. I am not an especially military man, as I am sure many are aware." It was a topic of gossip of which Mihail was more than a little conscious, though there was not much to be done. It was better to leave others surprised by what abilities he did possess, anyhow. "Do tell me, what is it like in the army? Not especially pleasant, I should imagine. Someone like myself would never manage to fit in."