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Myrrine was exhausted and it was barely past lunch. The morning had been a hectic one between herding the unruly youths that were her siblings and handling the crowd of customers that had been waiting at the shop. She had arrived late after a quarrel between sisters had turned ugly. All she had longed for was for a little time on her own for once.
Finally though, the store was empty and she had a moment to breathe. However, the relief for her solitude quickly turned to boredom as an hour passed without so much as a single customer. She moved around the shop restlessly, trying to keep busy, but found there was little to do aside from straightening the merchandise here and there. For once she found her upkeep of the shop to be too efficient as it seemed there were no tasks that demanded her time or attention.
She’d settled on polishing some of the glass and metal goods, though truth be told it was most likely unnecessary. She hadn’t found more than perhaps two smudges all the while. Her mind wandered as she worked, thinking about tasks that needed done when she finished at the shop. A list that seemed never ending and always growing. Part of the reality of caring for a household that included four younger siblings.
Her brown eyes lifted sharply however as she heard someone approaching, all too eager for human interaction once more to distract her from the useless monotony she had fallen into.
“Greetings, how may I help you today?”
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Myrrine was exhausted and it was barely past lunch. The morning had been a hectic one between herding the unruly youths that were her siblings and handling the crowd of customers that had been waiting at the shop. She had arrived late after a quarrel between sisters had turned ugly. All she had longed for was for a little time on her own for once.
Finally though, the store was empty and she had a moment to breathe. However, the relief for her solitude quickly turned to boredom as an hour passed without so much as a single customer. She moved around the shop restlessly, trying to keep busy, but found there was little to do aside from straightening the merchandise here and there. For once she found her upkeep of the shop to be too efficient as it seemed there were no tasks that demanded her time or attention.
She’d settled on polishing some of the glass and metal goods, though truth be told it was most likely unnecessary. She hadn’t found more than perhaps two smudges all the while. Her mind wandered as she worked, thinking about tasks that needed done when she finished at the shop. A list that seemed never ending and always growing. Part of the reality of caring for a household that included four younger siblings.
Her brown eyes lifted sharply however as she heard someone approaching, all too eager for human interaction once more to distract her from the useless monotony she had fallen into.
“Greetings, how may I help you today?”
Myrrine was exhausted and it was barely past lunch. The morning had been a hectic one between herding the unruly youths that were her siblings and handling the crowd of customers that had been waiting at the shop. She had arrived late after a quarrel between sisters had turned ugly. All she had longed for was for a little time on her own for once.
Finally though, the store was empty and she had a moment to breathe. However, the relief for her solitude quickly turned to boredom as an hour passed without so much as a single customer. She moved around the shop restlessly, trying to keep busy, but found there was little to do aside from straightening the merchandise here and there. For once she found her upkeep of the shop to be too efficient as it seemed there were no tasks that demanded her time or attention.
She’d settled on polishing some of the glass and metal goods, though truth be told it was most likely unnecessary. She hadn’t found more than perhaps two smudges all the while. Her mind wandered as she worked, thinking about tasks that needed done when she finished at the shop. A list that seemed never ending and always growing. Part of the reality of caring for a household that included four younger siblings.
Her brown eyes lifted sharply however as she heard someone approaching, all too eager for human interaction once more to distract her from the useless monotony she had fallen into.
“Greetings, how may I help you today?”
Being a soldier meant that you always had to have your weapons in great shape at all times. A soldier's spear must be stable, their swords must be sharpened and their shields must be maintained. Indeed like a marble statue or piece of pottery, it is important for a soldier to have constant maintenance otherwise they'll lose their edge. Maximus examined his Xiphos while he walked through the crowd of people careful to not accidentally poke people with his weapon. Even though Maximus was trained to maintain his weaponry, it was always best to leave it to the professionals if they're around. Maximus had heard of a family shop who were experts at forging and sharpening blades. After doing live practices with his fellow soldiers, his Xiphos has dulled to the point where Maximus would struggle to cut fruit.
Before he was able to sharpen his blade though, one of his fellow soldiers informed him of a woman named Myrinne whose family maintains weapons for a cheap price. Even though Maximus was promoted to Lieutenant, his pay was still meager and he wanted to save as much as possible in case he got into a financial emergency. A bunch of children began kicking up dust while they were playing with a ball. Some of the dust landed on Maximus dark red Chiton Tunic. Frowning a bit, he quickly wiped off the sand from his clothing and sighed. Maximus felt a hint of nostalgia remembering his best friends: Caline, Basil and Adelpha dominating children in games in his childhood. Basil and Celine were the Brains while Adelpha was the Rabbit due to her speed and Maximus was the brawn.
Oh how he would kill to get his childhood back but the reality was that children grow up at least that what his father told him. Still there were times where Maximus couldn't help but remanence. Entering the shop, Maximus smiled at the young woman giving her a bow. "Greetings," he said. "How are you this fine morning?"
Maximus placed his Xiphos on the table still smiling. "I've come to have my blade sharpened. I've heard that your family the best amongst the merchants."
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Being a soldier meant that you always had to have your weapons in great shape at all times. A soldier's spear must be stable, their swords must be sharpened and their shields must be maintained. Indeed like a marble statue or piece of pottery, it is important for a soldier to have constant maintenance otherwise they'll lose their edge. Maximus examined his Xiphos while he walked through the crowd of people careful to not accidentally poke people with his weapon. Even though Maximus was trained to maintain his weaponry, it was always best to leave it to the professionals if they're around. Maximus had heard of a family shop who were experts at forging and sharpening blades. After doing live practices with his fellow soldiers, his Xiphos has dulled to the point where Maximus would struggle to cut fruit.
Before he was able to sharpen his blade though, one of his fellow soldiers informed him of a woman named Myrinne whose family maintains weapons for a cheap price. Even though Maximus was promoted to Lieutenant, his pay was still meager and he wanted to save as much as possible in case he got into a financial emergency. A bunch of children began kicking up dust while they were playing with a ball. Some of the dust landed on Maximus dark red Chiton Tunic. Frowning a bit, he quickly wiped off the sand from his clothing and sighed. Maximus felt a hint of nostalgia remembering his best friends: Caline, Basil and Adelpha dominating children in games in his childhood. Basil and Celine were the Brains while Adelpha was the Rabbit due to her speed and Maximus was the brawn.
Oh how he would kill to get his childhood back but the reality was that children grow up at least that what his father told him. Still there were times where Maximus couldn't help but remanence. Entering the shop, Maximus smiled at the young woman giving her a bow. "Greetings," he said. "How are you this fine morning?"
Maximus placed his Xiphos on the table still smiling. "I've come to have my blade sharpened. I've heard that your family the best amongst the merchants."
Being a soldier meant that you always had to have your weapons in great shape at all times. A soldier's spear must be stable, their swords must be sharpened and their shields must be maintained. Indeed like a marble statue or piece of pottery, it is important for a soldier to have constant maintenance otherwise they'll lose their edge. Maximus examined his Xiphos while he walked through the crowd of people careful to not accidentally poke people with his weapon. Even though Maximus was trained to maintain his weaponry, it was always best to leave it to the professionals if they're around. Maximus had heard of a family shop who were experts at forging and sharpening blades. After doing live practices with his fellow soldiers, his Xiphos has dulled to the point where Maximus would struggle to cut fruit.
Before he was able to sharpen his blade though, one of his fellow soldiers informed him of a woman named Myrinne whose family maintains weapons for a cheap price. Even though Maximus was promoted to Lieutenant, his pay was still meager and he wanted to save as much as possible in case he got into a financial emergency. A bunch of children began kicking up dust while they were playing with a ball. Some of the dust landed on Maximus dark red Chiton Tunic. Frowning a bit, he quickly wiped off the sand from his clothing and sighed. Maximus felt a hint of nostalgia remembering his best friends: Caline, Basil and Adelpha dominating children in games in his childhood. Basil and Celine were the Brains while Adelpha was the Rabbit due to her speed and Maximus was the brawn.
Oh how he would kill to get his childhood back but the reality was that children grow up at least that what his father told him. Still there were times where Maximus couldn't help but remanence. Entering the shop, Maximus smiled at the young woman giving her a bow. "Greetings," he said. "How are you this fine morning?"
Maximus placed his Xiphos on the table still smiling. "I've come to have my blade sharpened. I've heard that your family the best amongst the merchants."
Myrrine smiled warmly at the new customer as he bowed and greeted her, studying him closer as he stood upright. His full height dwarfed her remarkably - that was hard not to notice. The deep red of his chiton tunic contrasted strikingly against his dark skin. He was an attractive man, build with broad shoulders and finely perfected musculature.It didn’t take much to guess that he was a soldier, even without seeing the blade he carried.
Truthfully, next to him, she felt more plain than ever in a cream chiton layered with a brown peplos. Her hair was worn back in an unadorned simple braid - meant for practicality rather than to impress.
“I am well, thank you,” she answered politely, thinking to herself that he seemed quite jovial. Naturally she had no way of knowing if that was a matter of mood or personality. Either way, she was always happy to deal with such a pleasant customer.
“I would certainly agree with that sentiment, though some might call me biased in the matter,” she agreed, picking up the blade to examine it. She leaned forward, a wry smirk on her lips. “I’d simply say any who said otherwise is a liar.” She punctuated her declaration with a wink.
After turning her attention back to his xiphos for a little longer she nodded. “You are definitely due for a sharpening. I can certainly help you with that, for a rather modest price.” She reached beneath the counter, pulling out the necessary materials and began to set to work. Her gaze was sharply focused on her work tending to the blade, handled with practiced expertise. She may not know her way around a smithy, but she had been sharpening blades for years now since she’d begun to tend to the shop by herself more frequently.
Without looking up she addressed him with curiosity. “So, if I may ask, what has you in such a cheerful mood this day?”
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Myrrine smiled warmly at the new customer as he bowed and greeted her, studying him closer as he stood upright. His full height dwarfed her remarkably - that was hard not to notice. The deep red of his chiton tunic contrasted strikingly against his dark skin. He was an attractive man, build with broad shoulders and finely perfected musculature.It didn’t take much to guess that he was a soldier, even without seeing the blade he carried.
Truthfully, next to him, she felt more plain than ever in a cream chiton layered with a brown peplos. Her hair was worn back in an unadorned simple braid - meant for practicality rather than to impress.
“I am well, thank you,” she answered politely, thinking to herself that he seemed quite jovial. Naturally she had no way of knowing if that was a matter of mood or personality. Either way, she was always happy to deal with such a pleasant customer.
“I would certainly agree with that sentiment, though some might call me biased in the matter,” she agreed, picking up the blade to examine it. She leaned forward, a wry smirk on her lips. “I’d simply say any who said otherwise is a liar.” She punctuated her declaration with a wink.
After turning her attention back to his xiphos for a little longer she nodded. “You are definitely due for a sharpening. I can certainly help you with that, for a rather modest price.” She reached beneath the counter, pulling out the necessary materials and began to set to work. Her gaze was sharply focused on her work tending to the blade, handled with practiced expertise. She may not know her way around a smithy, but she had been sharpening blades for years now since she’d begun to tend to the shop by herself more frequently.
Without looking up she addressed him with curiosity. “So, if I may ask, what has you in such a cheerful mood this day?”
Myrrine smiled warmly at the new customer as he bowed and greeted her, studying him closer as he stood upright. His full height dwarfed her remarkably - that was hard not to notice. The deep red of his chiton tunic contrasted strikingly against his dark skin. He was an attractive man, build with broad shoulders and finely perfected musculature.It didn’t take much to guess that he was a soldier, even without seeing the blade he carried.
Truthfully, next to him, she felt more plain than ever in a cream chiton layered with a brown peplos. Her hair was worn back in an unadorned simple braid - meant for practicality rather than to impress.
“I am well, thank you,” she answered politely, thinking to herself that he seemed quite jovial. Naturally she had no way of knowing if that was a matter of mood or personality. Either way, she was always happy to deal with such a pleasant customer.
“I would certainly agree with that sentiment, though some might call me biased in the matter,” she agreed, picking up the blade to examine it. She leaned forward, a wry smirk on her lips. “I’d simply say any who said otherwise is a liar.” She punctuated her declaration with a wink.
After turning her attention back to his xiphos for a little longer she nodded. “You are definitely due for a sharpening. I can certainly help you with that, for a rather modest price.” She reached beneath the counter, pulling out the necessary materials and began to set to work. Her gaze was sharply focused on her work tending to the blade, handled with practiced expertise. She may not know her way around a smithy, but she had been sharpening blades for years now since she’d begun to tend to the shop by herself more frequently.
Without looking up she addressed him with curiosity. “So, if I may ask, what has you in such a cheerful mood this day?”
Maximus laughed at the woman's statement about people saying that her business was among the best in weapon's repair. He didn't know much about the woman but if his fellow soldiers keep gushing about her work than who was he to question them. Then again those same soldiers were probably attracted to her, despite dressing plainly the woman was lovely not beautiful but definitely a looker. Maximus maintained discipline and began to look around the store it was full of pots, metal goods such as plates and sword replicas. The store was a bit dusty though as though this pace hadn't been clean in a few days.
"Impressive array of metal work you've got here," Maximus said his eyes darting everywhere. "You're pretty versatile blacksmith not many smiths could make wine cup and a sword. I've heard it takes some sophistication to make create Wine Cup from more cultured individuals."
That cultured person was The Professor who admittedly wasn't really cultured at all. He was always high on Opium or Hemp sometimes both according to him. However The Teacher was very intelligent said to have the knowledge and wisdom of a high tier Philosopher. Indeed, The Teacher did have some interesting insights about life and the world. He utilizes Philosophy as a means to understanding the world. As a child, Maximus did hang out with him a fair amount though with the Teacher's antics, it got him in trouble with his father.
"Nice!" Maximus took out his coin pouch and slapped it on to the table. As he did so, the pouch spilled some of the gold coins which rolled around. One coined even rolled off the table.
"Oh," Maximus dark skin couldn't hide the tint of red that emerged around cheeks. The young soldier forgot to tie his coin pouch and now he made a mess of things. "Sorry about that ma'am!" he laughed out of embarrassment. "Let me clean that for you!"
As he gathered the coins, Maximus looked up at the woman. "Well for one," he said. "It's a beautiful day in Midas the sun up and shining onto the smiling citizens of Colchis. Nary a conflict nor a war on the horizon!"
The young man paused. "Though admittedly peacetime for a soldier is pretty boring." he said smiling sheepishly placing the coins back in his pouch. "But any case! May I know the name of my black smith? My name is Maximus of Laconia! Lieutenant of the Fifth Phalanx."
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Maximus laughed at the woman's statement about people saying that her business was among the best in weapon's repair. He didn't know much about the woman but if his fellow soldiers keep gushing about her work than who was he to question them. Then again those same soldiers were probably attracted to her, despite dressing plainly the woman was lovely not beautiful but definitely a looker. Maximus maintained discipline and began to look around the store it was full of pots, metal goods such as plates and sword replicas. The store was a bit dusty though as though this pace hadn't been clean in a few days.
"Impressive array of metal work you've got here," Maximus said his eyes darting everywhere. "You're pretty versatile blacksmith not many smiths could make wine cup and a sword. I've heard it takes some sophistication to make create Wine Cup from more cultured individuals."
That cultured person was The Professor who admittedly wasn't really cultured at all. He was always high on Opium or Hemp sometimes both according to him. However The Teacher was very intelligent said to have the knowledge and wisdom of a high tier Philosopher. Indeed, The Teacher did have some interesting insights about life and the world. He utilizes Philosophy as a means to understanding the world. As a child, Maximus did hang out with him a fair amount though with the Teacher's antics, it got him in trouble with his father.
"Nice!" Maximus took out his coin pouch and slapped it on to the table. As he did so, the pouch spilled some of the gold coins which rolled around. One coined even rolled off the table.
"Oh," Maximus dark skin couldn't hide the tint of red that emerged around cheeks. The young soldier forgot to tie his coin pouch and now he made a mess of things. "Sorry about that ma'am!" he laughed out of embarrassment. "Let me clean that for you!"
As he gathered the coins, Maximus looked up at the woman. "Well for one," he said. "It's a beautiful day in Midas the sun up and shining onto the smiling citizens of Colchis. Nary a conflict nor a war on the horizon!"
The young man paused. "Though admittedly peacetime for a soldier is pretty boring." he said smiling sheepishly placing the coins back in his pouch. "But any case! May I know the name of my black smith? My name is Maximus of Laconia! Lieutenant of the Fifth Phalanx."
"
Maximus laughed at the woman's statement about people saying that her business was among the best in weapon's repair. He didn't know much about the woman but if his fellow soldiers keep gushing about her work than who was he to question them. Then again those same soldiers were probably attracted to her, despite dressing plainly the woman was lovely not beautiful but definitely a looker. Maximus maintained discipline and began to look around the store it was full of pots, metal goods such as plates and sword replicas. The store was a bit dusty though as though this pace hadn't been clean in a few days.
"Impressive array of metal work you've got here," Maximus said his eyes darting everywhere. "You're pretty versatile blacksmith not many smiths could make wine cup and a sword. I've heard it takes some sophistication to make create Wine Cup from more cultured individuals."
That cultured person was The Professor who admittedly wasn't really cultured at all. He was always high on Opium or Hemp sometimes both according to him. However The Teacher was very intelligent said to have the knowledge and wisdom of a high tier Philosopher. Indeed, The Teacher did have some interesting insights about life and the world. He utilizes Philosophy as a means to understanding the world. As a child, Maximus did hang out with him a fair amount though with the Teacher's antics, it got him in trouble with his father.
"Nice!" Maximus took out his coin pouch and slapped it on to the table. As he did so, the pouch spilled some of the gold coins which rolled around. One coined even rolled off the table.
"Oh," Maximus dark skin couldn't hide the tint of red that emerged around cheeks. The young soldier forgot to tie his coin pouch and now he made a mess of things. "Sorry about that ma'am!" he laughed out of embarrassment. "Let me clean that for you!"
As he gathered the coins, Maximus looked up at the woman. "Well for one," he said. "It's a beautiful day in Midas the sun up and shining onto the smiling citizens of Colchis. Nary a conflict nor a war on the horizon!"
The young man paused. "Though admittedly peacetime for a soldier is pretty boring." he said smiling sheepishly placing the coins back in his pouch. "But any case! May I know the name of my black smith? My name is Maximus of Laconia! Lieutenant of the Fifth Phalanx."
"
His rich laughter filled the shop and she felt a small rush of pride that he had enjoyed her jesting. It was nice to be seen as entertaining, even for a moment, rather than simply dull. Myrrine nodded along as he spoke, intently focused on the task in front of her all the while. “I’ve heard much the same. We’re not a smithy ourselves, but we procure some of the best pieces from the region and beyond. It would be a travesty if we did not have the means to care for and maintain the products we collect.”
She looked up and chuckled as his coins spilled about, noticing the tinge of red that had appeared on his face. “It’s no trouble. Don’t fret if you don’t find them all, I’ll take good care of them in your absence,” she teased gently. She’d never actually keep his money, but when he was already so flustered it was hard to resist the urge.
Myrrine listened with genuine interest as he answered her question. His observation about the bores of peacetime for a soldier earned a chuckle from her. “That’s as good a reason as any,” she agreed. As he introduced himself, she looked up at him, pausing her work.
“Quite impressive, Lieutenant. You muse be quite the talented soldier to have earned such distinguishment,” she mused thoughtfully. “As for me, I am Myrrine of Midas. Welcome to my family’s shop.”
Her attention returned to his blade then. “So how is it that a soldier occupies himself during the tedium of peacetime?”
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His rich laughter filled the shop and she felt a small rush of pride that he had enjoyed her jesting. It was nice to be seen as entertaining, even for a moment, rather than simply dull. Myrrine nodded along as he spoke, intently focused on the task in front of her all the while. “I’ve heard much the same. We’re not a smithy ourselves, but we procure some of the best pieces from the region and beyond. It would be a travesty if we did not have the means to care for and maintain the products we collect.”
She looked up and chuckled as his coins spilled about, noticing the tinge of red that had appeared on his face. “It’s no trouble. Don’t fret if you don’t find them all, I’ll take good care of them in your absence,” she teased gently. She’d never actually keep his money, but when he was already so flustered it was hard to resist the urge.
Myrrine listened with genuine interest as he answered her question. His observation about the bores of peacetime for a soldier earned a chuckle from her. “That’s as good a reason as any,” she agreed. As he introduced himself, she looked up at him, pausing her work.
“Quite impressive, Lieutenant. You muse be quite the talented soldier to have earned such distinguishment,” she mused thoughtfully. “As for me, I am Myrrine of Midas. Welcome to my family’s shop.”
Her attention returned to his blade then. “So how is it that a soldier occupies himself during the tedium of peacetime?”
His rich laughter filled the shop and she felt a small rush of pride that he had enjoyed her jesting. It was nice to be seen as entertaining, even for a moment, rather than simply dull. Myrrine nodded along as he spoke, intently focused on the task in front of her all the while. “I’ve heard much the same. We’re not a smithy ourselves, but we procure some of the best pieces from the region and beyond. It would be a travesty if we did not have the means to care for and maintain the products we collect.”
She looked up and chuckled as his coins spilled about, noticing the tinge of red that had appeared on his face. “It’s no trouble. Don’t fret if you don’t find them all, I’ll take good care of them in your absence,” she teased gently. She’d never actually keep his money, but when he was already so flustered it was hard to resist the urge.
Myrrine listened with genuine interest as he answered her question. His observation about the bores of peacetime for a soldier earned a chuckle from her. “That’s as good a reason as any,” she agreed. As he introduced himself, she looked up at him, pausing her work.
“Quite impressive, Lieutenant. You muse be quite the talented soldier to have earned such distinguishment,” she mused thoughtfully. “As for me, I am Myrrine of Midas. Welcome to my family’s shop.”
Her attention returned to his blade then. “So how is it that a soldier occupies himself during the tedium of peacetime?”
It was good that Myrinne had a good sense of humor. The other merchants whom Maximus interacted with tried so hard to be funny to the point where they used puns as a crutch. Oh how Maximus hated puns, they existed for cheap laughs and were overall unimaginative. Whenever someone did a pun, Maximus could feel a part of himself die inside and boy did many merchants love to say a good pun. "I’m not scared of insects… But they really bug me." A bug catcher told Maximus while he was buying a Weed Wacker for his mother. The weeds around her garden were starting to get out of control to the point where insects were infesting it.
That was all Maximus said and the bug catcher just HAD to say a pun. Needlessly to say it ruined Maximus' day. And of course he had to smile that fake snake oil salesman smile. Gods! His superiors and his father warned Maximus about being ripped off by merchants. Many of them would always appeal to the soldiers sense of honor in order to rip them off with trinkets that they claim that'll protect them in battle. Maximus loves the marketplace it was a place where he can relax but that didn't mean that it didn't have its warts.
"I'm just a soldier that is doing his job my lady," Maximus said remembering how he earned his promotion. Of course being a Lieutenant that young filled Maximus with pride but he had to tone it down. Being a higher rank meant more responsibilities and fellow soldiers who will look up to you as a role model. The young man needed to focus and not let his family and superiors down. "I am of the belief that no man should be honored for doing what is expected of him which performing my duty was how I got promoted to Lieutenant. However I accept the burden of command with gusto. To carry the glory of the Colchian army is what was trained to do since birth."
Being a soldier was expected of Maximus given that he was from a family of soldiers. Their accomplishments on the battlefield had elevated them from immigrants whom traveled on a small, cramped boat from the Lands Afar to an upper middle class military powerhouse of a family. They were accepted as citizens and it made Maximus proud hoping that he too can continue the legacy. Though sometimes he did wonder where his true familial roots lay, what's so bad about the land that they originally from that they had to leave?
The young man snapped out from his thoughts as he gave a sheepish smile towards Myrinne. "Peacetime is considered to be the most boring part of being a soldier," he said. "If we're not trying to hang ourselves from boredom, we're training, wrestling trying hone our skills."
Maximus then leaned back staring at the young woman. "What about you?" he said. "How is it that you became to be so good at smiting? It's impressive that a number of soldiers come to you now to sharpen their blades."
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It was good that Myrinne had a good sense of humor. The other merchants whom Maximus interacted with tried so hard to be funny to the point where they used puns as a crutch. Oh how Maximus hated puns, they existed for cheap laughs and were overall unimaginative. Whenever someone did a pun, Maximus could feel a part of himself die inside and boy did many merchants love to say a good pun. "I’m not scared of insects… But they really bug me." A bug catcher told Maximus while he was buying a Weed Wacker for his mother. The weeds around her garden were starting to get out of control to the point where insects were infesting it.
That was all Maximus said and the bug catcher just HAD to say a pun. Needlessly to say it ruined Maximus' day. And of course he had to smile that fake snake oil salesman smile. Gods! His superiors and his father warned Maximus about being ripped off by merchants. Many of them would always appeal to the soldiers sense of honor in order to rip them off with trinkets that they claim that'll protect them in battle. Maximus loves the marketplace it was a place where he can relax but that didn't mean that it didn't have its warts.
"I'm just a soldier that is doing his job my lady," Maximus said remembering how he earned his promotion. Of course being a Lieutenant that young filled Maximus with pride but he had to tone it down. Being a higher rank meant more responsibilities and fellow soldiers who will look up to you as a role model. The young man needed to focus and not let his family and superiors down. "I am of the belief that no man should be honored for doing what is expected of him which performing my duty was how I got promoted to Lieutenant. However I accept the burden of command with gusto. To carry the glory of the Colchian army is what was trained to do since birth."
Being a soldier was expected of Maximus given that he was from a family of soldiers. Their accomplishments on the battlefield had elevated them from immigrants whom traveled on a small, cramped boat from the Lands Afar to an upper middle class military powerhouse of a family. They were accepted as citizens and it made Maximus proud hoping that he too can continue the legacy. Though sometimes he did wonder where his true familial roots lay, what's so bad about the land that they originally from that they had to leave?
The young man snapped out from his thoughts as he gave a sheepish smile towards Myrinne. "Peacetime is considered to be the most boring part of being a soldier," he said. "If we're not trying to hang ourselves from boredom, we're training, wrestling trying hone our skills."
Maximus then leaned back staring at the young woman. "What about you?" he said. "How is it that you became to be so good at smiting? It's impressive that a number of soldiers come to you now to sharpen their blades."
It was good that Myrinne had a good sense of humor. The other merchants whom Maximus interacted with tried so hard to be funny to the point where they used puns as a crutch. Oh how Maximus hated puns, they existed for cheap laughs and were overall unimaginative. Whenever someone did a pun, Maximus could feel a part of himself die inside and boy did many merchants love to say a good pun. "I’m not scared of insects… But they really bug me." A bug catcher told Maximus while he was buying a Weed Wacker for his mother. The weeds around her garden were starting to get out of control to the point where insects were infesting it.
That was all Maximus said and the bug catcher just HAD to say a pun. Needlessly to say it ruined Maximus' day. And of course he had to smile that fake snake oil salesman smile. Gods! His superiors and his father warned Maximus about being ripped off by merchants. Many of them would always appeal to the soldiers sense of honor in order to rip them off with trinkets that they claim that'll protect them in battle. Maximus loves the marketplace it was a place where he can relax but that didn't mean that it didn't have its warts.
"I'm just a soldier that is doing his job my lady," Maximus said remembering how he earned his promotion. Of course being a Lieutenant that young filled Maximus with pride but he had to tone it down. Being a higher rank meant more responsibilities and fellow soldiers who will look up to you as a role model. The young man needed to focus and not let his family and superiors down. "I am of the belief that no man should be honored for doing what is expected of him which performing my duty was how I got promoted to Lieutenant. However I accept the burden of command with gusto. To carry the glory of the Colchian army is what was trained to do since birth."
Being a soldier was expected of Maximus given that he was from a family of soldiers. Their accomplishments on the battlefield had elevated them from immigrants whom traveled on a small, cramped boat from the Lands Afar to an upper middle class military powerhouse of a family. They were accepted as citizens and it made Maximus proud hoping that he too can continue the legacy. Though sometimes he did wonder where his true familial roots lay, what's so bad about the land that they originally from that they had to leave?
The young man snapped out from his thoughts as he gave a sheepish smile towards Myrinne. "Peacetime is considered to be the most boring part of being a soldier," he said. "If we're not trying to hang ourselves from boredom, we're training, wrestling trying hone our skills."
Maximus then leaned back staring at the young woman. "What about you?" he said. "How is it that you became to be so good at smiting? It's impressive that a number of soldiers come to you now to sharpen their blades."
Myrrine listened as he spoke of his posting of Lieutenant, denying his skill all the while. “That’s a noble sentiment, but if you’ll excuse me for saying so, its also a foolish one.” She paused in her work to look up at him, her gaze serious as she explained. “Meeting expectations and performing one’s job is all well and fine, but it is a mistake to act as though all are equal. You’re shortchanging not just yourself but every other man who bears arms alongside you.”
She pursed her lips a moment, thinking how best to put this. After all, she wasn’t trying to offend him so much as make him see he was doing himself and his men no favors by acting as though he were ordinary.
“As you know, no two soldiers are precisely the same. Where one man excels, another will falter. It’s not enough to simply wield a blade. The strength of an army is in utilizing each individual’s strengths. It’s a disservice to yourself and fellow soldiers by speaking as though you gained your post by simply doing the same as every other man you serve with. You must have demonstrated great skill and a talent for leadership or you wouldn’t have drawn the attention required for such a promotion.”
She shook her head slightly. “How can you expect those you lead to respect and follow you if you do not believe yourself having earned the right to do so?”
Perhaps she had been too forthright and honest. She had certainly far exceeded polite appropriate shop talk. If she earned his ire, she would weather it. She was no shrinking violet who would wilt in the face of temper. That wasn’t her concern.
She nodded as he answered her question. “Yes, it wouldn’t do if our soldiers and their weapons grew rusty during every moment of peace. Though I can’t imagine endless training drills is terribly exciting for you.”
Myrrine was surprised when he asked about her and the skills she was now demonstrating. “Oh, that’s a rather funny story actually,” she mused with a nostalgic smile coming to her lips. “It was an accident really. I had sold a fine blade to a soldier like yourself a handful of years ago. He was impressed with the craftsmanship but felt it wasn’t sharp enough for his liking. So I offered to sharpen it to his liking. Apparently he was quite satisfied with my work - enough so to suggest several of his comrades see me for the same service. Word just traveled from there I suppose until it became a regular thing.”
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Myrrine listened as he spoke of his posting of Lieutenant, denying his skill all the while. “That’s a noble sentiment, but if you’ll excuse me for saying so, its also a foolish one.” She paused in her work to look up at him, her gaze serious as she explained. “Meeting expectations and performing one’s job is all well and fine, but it is a mistake to act as though all are equal. You’re shortchanging not just yourself but every other man who bears arms alongside you.”
She pursed her lips a moment, thinking how best to put this. After all, she wasn’t trying to offend him so much as make him see he was doing himself and his men no favors by acting as though he were ordinary.
“As you know, no two soldiers are precisely the same. Where one man excels, another will falter. It’s not enough to simply wield a blade. The strength of an army is in utilizing each individual’s strengths. It’s a disservice to yourself and fellow soldiers by speaking as though you gained your post by simply doing the same as every other man you serve with. You must have demonstrated great skill and a talent for leadership or you wouldn’t have drawn the attention required for such a promotion.”
She shook her head slightly. “How can you expect those you lead to respect and follow you if you do not believe yourself having earned the right to do so?”
Perhaps she had been too forthright and honest. She had certainly far exceeded polite appropriate shop talk. If she earned his ire, she would weather it. She was no shrinking violet who would wilt in the face of temper. That wasn’t her concern.
She nodded as he answered her question. “Yes, it wouldn’t do if our soldiers and their weapons grew rusty during every moment of peace. Though I can’t imagine endless training drills is terribly exciting for you.”
Myrrine was surprised when he asked about her and the skills she was now demonstrating. “Oh, that’s a rather funny story actually,” she mused with a nostalgic smile coming to her lips. “It was an accident really. I had sold a fine blade to a soldier like yourself a handful of years ago. He was impressed with the craftsmanship but felt it wasn’t sharp enough for his liking. So I offered to sharpen it to his liking. Apparently he was quite satisfied with my work - enough so to suggest several of his comrades see me for the same service. Word just traveled from there I suppose until it became a regular thing.”
Myrrine listened as he spoke of his posting of Lieutenant, denying his skill all the while. “That’s a noble sentiment, but if you’ll excuse me for saying so, its also a foolish one.” She paused in her work to look up at him, her gaze serious as she explained. “Meeting expectations and performing one’s job is all well and fine, but it is a mistake to act as though all are equal. You’re shortchanging not just yourself but every other man who bears arms alongside you.”
She pursed her lips a moment, thinking how best to put this. After all, she wasn’t trying to offend him so much as make him see he was doing himself and his men no favors by acting as though he were ordinary.
“As you know, no two soldiers are precisely the same. Where one man excels, another will falter. It’s not enough to simply wield a blade. The strength of an army is in utilizing each individual’s strengths. It’s a disservice to yourself and fellow soldiers by speaking as though you gained your post by simply doing the same as every other man you serve with. You must have demonstrated great skill and a talent for leadership or you wouldn’t have drawn the attention required for such a promotion.”
She shook her head slightly. “How can you expect those you lead to respect and follow you if you do not believe yourself having earned the right to do so?”
Perhaps she had been too forthright and honest. She had certainly far exceeded polite appropriate shop talk. If she earned his ire, she would weather it. She was no shrinking violet who would wilt in the face of temper. That wasn’t her concern.
She nodded as he answered her question. “Yes, it wouldn’t do if our soldiers and their weapons grew rusty during every moment of peace. Though I can’t imagine endless training drills is terribly exciting for you.”
Myrrine was surprised when he asked about her and the skills she was now demonstrating. “Oh, that’s a rather funny story actually,” she mused with a nostalgic smile coming to her lips. “It was an accident really. I had sold a fine blade to a soldier like yourself a handful of years ago. He was impressed with the craftsmanship but felt it wasn’t sharp enough for his liking. So I offered to sharpen it to his liking. Apparently he was quite satisfied with my work - enough so to suggest several of his comrades see me for the same service. Word just traveled from there I suppose until it became a regular thing.”
Maximus stayed silent listening Myrrine explain how his humility was more of a detriment than a virtue. Being a Lieutenant was still thing for the young man, for all he knows, Maximus was probably the youngest man to ever been promoted to Lieutenant. Maximus has only been part of the Fifth Phalanx for barely two years and already he's received a heap of responsibility that he hasn't yet fully grasped yet. His father had told Maximus about the burden of commanding men and Maximus thought he understood it. However it wasn't until he received that promotion did Maximus really felt the responsibility.
It was a bit funny though that Maximus was being lectured by a woman of all people. Women were allowed to serve in the Colchian army but they were restricted to archers only. He wasn't entirely sure if they got promoted but considering a woman's role in Greece, Maximus thought it was unlikely. Which was why Myrinne despite being a Blacksmith and shopkeeper would know so much about warfare. Was she like Adelpha and her father was a Hoplite with years of experience? It was the only explanation Maximus can think of.
Still regardless of Myrinee's gender, her words rang true. Maximus needs to come to grips with his newfound command. He has to become a man who will lead troops into battle. Maximus will be heading back out on tour soon and he needs to be prepared. "You're right," Maximus gulped attempting to maintaining his composure. "I need to act like a leader."
Maximus then shook his head. "No not act," he corrected himself. "Be a leader. Command has promoted me because of I am a dutiful soldier who has displayed leadership in the face of danger."
He remembered saving Immelya during the Colchian fires. Maximus still remembered it all, the collapsing building, the black smoke which made his lungs itch and forced him to cough and convulse. Immelya lost and confused only for Maximus to escort her out. It was a trying time for Maximus and the citizens of Colchis. It was like his father told him, in times of crisis is where the human heart truly shines.
"Well I suggest you be careful," Maximus said handing Myrinne his sword. "The Merchant's Guild doesn't like competition especially from an unknown individual. They're like predators stalking their territory for anybody who shows a hint of weakness."
Maximus shrugged but then smiled. "But with a woman who has an abundance of knowledge and wisdom," he said. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
The young man then took a deep breath continuing to stare at Myrinne. "Thank you," he said. "For pointing out the fact that I've taken the wrong approach on how should I act as a Lieutenant. We have a chain of command for a reason. I was so worried that I would succumb to arrogance that I forgot to realize my purpose of leading men even if it's a small group. You are wise as you are lovely Myrinne."
Maximus then bowed at the woman and stood at a soldier's attention.
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Maximus stayed silent listening Myrrine explain how his humility was more of a detriment than a virtue. Being a Lieutenant was still thing for the young man, for all he knows, Maximus was probably the youngest man to ever been promoted to Lieutenant. Maximus has only been part of the Fifth Phalanx for barely two years and already he's received a heap of responsibility that he hasn't yet fully grasped yet. His father had told Maximus about the burden of commanding men and Maximus thought he understood it. However it wasn't until he received that promotion did Maximus really felt the responsibility.
It was a bit funny though that Maximus was being lectured by a woman of all people. Women were allowed to serve in the Colchian army but they were restricted to archers only. He wasn't entirely sure if they got promoted but considering a woman's role in Greece, Maximus thought it was unlikely. Which was why Myrinne despite being a Blacksmith and shopkeeper would know so much about warfare. Was she like Adelpha and her father was a Hoplite with years of experience? It was the only explanation Maximus can think of.
Still regardless of Myrinee's gender, her words rang true. Maximus needs to come to grips with his newfound command. He has to become a man who will lead troops into battle. Maximus will be heading back out on tour soon and he needs to be prepared. "You're right," Maximus gulped attempting to maintaining his composure. "I need to act like a leader."
Maximus then shook his head. "No not act," he corrected himself. "Be a leader. Command has promoted me because of I am a dutiful soldier who has displayed leadership in the face of danger."
He remembered saving Immelya during the Colchian fires. Maximus still remembered it all, the collapsing building, the black smoke which made his lungs itch and forced him to cough and convulse. Immelya lost and confused only for Maximus to escort her out. It was a trying time for Maximus and the citizens of Colchis. It was like his father told him, in times of crisis is where the human heart truly shines.
"Well I suggest you be careful," Maximus said handing Myrinne his sword. "The Merchant's Guild doesn't like competition especially from an unknown individual. They're like predators stalking their territory for anybody who shows a hint of weakness."
Maximus shrugged but then smiled. "But with a woman who has an abundance of knowledge and wisdom," he said. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
The young man then took a deep breath continuing to stare at Myrinne. "Thank you," he said. "For pointing out the fact that I've taken the wrong approach on how should I act as a Lieutenant. We have a chain of command for a reason. I was so worried that I would succumb to arrogance that I forgot to realize my purpose of leading men even if it's a small group. You are wise as you are lovely Myrinne."
Maximus then bowed at the woman and stood at a soldier's attention.
Maximus stayed silent listening Myrrine explain how his humility was more of a detriment than a virtue. Being a Lieutenant was still thing for the young man, for all he knows, Maximus was probably the youngest man to ever been promoted to Lieutenant. Maximus has only been part of the Fifth Phalanx for barely two years and already he's received a heap of responsibility that he hasn't yet fully grasped yet. His father had told Maximus about the burden of commanding men and Maximus thought he understood it. However it wasn't until he received that promotion did Maximus really felt the responsibility.
It was a bit funny though that Maximus was being lectured by a woman of all people. Women were allowed to serve in the Colchian army but they were restricted to archers only. He wasn't entirely sure if they got promoted but considering a woman's role in Greece, Maximus thought it was unlikely. Which was why Myrinne despite being a Blacksmith and shopkeeper would know so much about warfare. Was she like Adelpha and her father was a Hoplite with years of experience? It was the only explanation Maximus can think of.
Still regardless of Myrinee's gender, her words rang true. Maximus needs to come to grips with his newfound command. He has to become a man who will lead troops into battle. Maximus will be heading back out on tour soon and he needs to be prepared. "You're right," Maximus gulped attempting to maintaining his composure. "I need to act like a leader."
Maximus then shook his head. "No not act," he corrected himself. "Be a leader. Command has promoted me because of I am a dutiful soldier who has displayed leadership in the face of danger."
He remembered saving Immelya during the Colchian fires. Maximus still remembered it all, the collapsing building, the black smoke which made his lungs itch and forced him to cough and convulse. Immelya lost and confused only for Maximus to escort her out. It was a trying time for Maximus and the citizens of Colchis. It was like his father told him, in times of crisis is where the human heart truly shines.
"Well I suggest you be careful," Maximus said handing Myrinne his sword. "The Merchant's Guild doesn't like competition especially from an unknown individual. They're like predators stalking their territory for anybody who shows a hint of weakness."
Maximus shrugged but then smiled. "But with a woman who has an abundance of knowledge and wisdom," he said. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
The young man then took a deep breath continuing to stare at Myrinne. "Thank you," he said. "For pointing out the fact that I've taken the wrong approach on how should I act as a Lieutenant. We have a chain of command for a reason. I was so worried that I would succumb to arrogance that I forgot to realize my purpose of leading men even if it's a small group. You are wise as you are lovely Myrinne."
Maximus then bowed at the woman and stood at a soldier's attention.
She watched him as he absorbed her words and suddenly found herself uneasy. It certainly wasn’t a woman’s place to speak of such matters. Not that that had ever stopped her, but its not as though she knew what she was talking about. It seemed basic philosophy that applied far beyond just matters of soldiers from where she stood.
“I fear I have spoken far too bluntly and overstepped in offering an opinion that wasn’t asked for. However, if it helped any, I am glad.” It was half an apology. He seemed to not be upset by her words, but she had to acknowledge her mistake. Some customers could hold grudges for a lifetime over an ill-received opinion. Plainly speaking her mind wasn’t the best habit to get into, but she still struggled to control herself more than she would like.
Myrrine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words of caution. It was true, merchant’s could be terribly territorial, but her father was hardly an unknown in the Merchant’s Guild. His shop had been here longer than she’d been alive after all. Even if he traveled so much it felt more like hers than his most days. She nodded as he continued, flushing slightly at his compliments.
“Yes, such a challenge would hardly be the worst situation I’ve weathered,” she agreed softly. When it came to her family’s well being, nothing could stop her. Even if it put herself at risk. “I thank you for the concern, however.”
She gave a shrug of her own then as he thanked her once more for her earlier shared thoughts. “Truly, it was nothing. If anything, I should be thanking you for finding them to be wise rather than insulting.” She paused a moment longer, her head tilting slightly as she considered his concerns. It was a valid one after all, but after his kindness, she couldn’t help but wish to reassure him somehow.
“It is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Any position of power requires the former and risks breeding the latter. I think the difference is that arrogance is when you no longer value the opinion of others. So long as you continue to listen to the wisdom of those around you, I don’t believe you’ll make the mistake of crossing that line.”
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She watched him as he absorbed her words and suddenly found herself uneasy. It certainly wasn’t a woman’s place to speak of such matters. Not that that had ever stopped her, but its not as though she knew what she was talking about. It seemed basic philosophy that applied far beyond just matters of soldiers from where she stood.
“I fear I have spoken far too bluntly and overstepped in offering an opinion that wasn’t asked for. However, if it helped any, I am glad.” It was half an apology. He seemed to not be upset by her words, but she had to acknowledge her mistake. Some customers could hold grudges for a lifetime over an ill-received opinion. Plainly speaking her mind wasn’t the best habit to get into, but she still struggled to control herself more than she would like.
Myrrine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words of caution. It was true, merchant’s could be terribly territorial, but her father was hardly an unknown in the Merchant’s Guild. His shop had been here longer than she’d been alive after all. Even if he traveled so much it felt more like hers than his most days. She nodded as he continued, flushing slightly at his compliments.
“Yes, such a challenge would hardly be the worst situation I’ve weathered,” she agreed softly. When it came to her family’s well being, nothing could stop her. Even if it put herself at risk. “I thank you for the concern, however.”
She gave a shrug of her own then as he thanked her once more for her earlier shared thoughts. “Truly, it was nothing. If anything, I should be thanking you for finding them to be wise rather than insulting.” She paused a moment longer, her head tilting slightly as she considered his concerns. It was a valid one after all, but after his kindness, she couldn’t help but wish to reassure him somehow.
“It is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Any position of power requires the former and risks breeding the latter. I think the difference is that arrogance is when you no longer value the opinion of others. So long as you continue to listen to the wisdom of those around you, I don’t believe you’ll make the mistake of crossing that line.”
She watched him as he absorbed her words and suddenly found herself uneasy. It certainly wasn’t a woman’s place to speak of such matters. Not that that had ever stopped her, but its not as though she knew what she was talking about. It seemed basic philosophy that applied far beyond just matters of soldiers from where she stood.
“I fear I have spoken far too bluntly and overstepped in offering an opinion that wasn’t asked for. However, if it helped any, I am glad.” It was half an apology. He seemed to not be upset by her words, but she had to acknowledge her mistake. Some customers could hold grudges for a lifetime over an ill-received opinion. Plainly speaking her mind wasn’t the best habit to get into, but she still struggled to control herself more than she would like.
Myrrine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words of caution. It was true, merchant’s could be terribly territorial, but her father was hardly an unknown in the Merchant’s Guild. His shop had been here longer than she’d been alive after all. Even if he traveled so much it felt more like hers than his most days. She nodded as he continued, flushing slightly at his compliments.
“Yes, such a challenge would hardly be the worst situation I’ve weathered,” she agreed softly. When it came to her family’s well being, nothing could stop her. Even if it put herself at risk. “I thank you for the concern, however.”
She gave a shrug of her own then as he thanked her once more for her earlier shared thoughts. “Truly, it was nothing. If anything, I should be thanking you for finding them to be wise rather than insulting.” She paused a moment longer, her head tilting slightly as she considered his concerns. It was a valid one after all, but after his kindness, she couldn’t help but wish to reassure him somehow.
“It is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Any position of power requires the former and risks breeding the latter. I think the difference is that arrogance is when you no longer value the opinion of others. So long as you continue to listen to the wisdom of those around you, I don’t believe you’ll make the mistake of crossing that line.”
Maximus shook his head getting close to Myrine. "Don't feel shame for giving a person advice Myrrine," he said. "You've given me much to think about."
Women were a surprising source wisdom, always giving advice when it was least expected. Maximus should know that considering his best friends: Celine and Adelpha were always there for him whenever he needed some help. His mother also gave him stern advice maintaining discipline in the heat of battle. Myrrine was no different, but the young man did wonder if she had some brothers who served in the military.
"I take it that you have siblings who went off to battle?" Maximus asked leaning closer to Myrrine watching her examine his blade. She didn't seem to worried about the possible competition threatening the blacksmiths business. They tended to be very suspicious of other Smithers who set up shop. In Colchis, smiting was a lucrative business. With many soldiers often training and preparing for battle, Colchis places high priority on making sure that the weapons remained sharpened and ready for battle.
With so much gold invested in the military, that meant the blacksmiths were on demand. Some of them travelled with the army whenever they were called up to be deployed. At least a third in the district Maximus lived in were self-made Smithers who made a fortune off of forging weapons. Considering how much he's heard how talented Myrrine is, she could be a target.
"Well," Maximus placed his hands on his hips. "It's possible that I'm the youngest Lieutenant in history," he said sighing. "As far as I know, the youngest was probably some corrupt Baron who promoted his 12 year son because he can."
Maximus was well aware of the corruption and nepotism that can occur within the ranks. They try their best to make sure that no matter if you were noble or common born that everyone has a chance to make their way up the ranks. It was hard to ignore the fact that the nobility had access to the best training and best weaponry compared to a farmer. Maximus was lived in the upper levels reserved for the wealthy and he came from a family of soldiers. He had head start as well. If a person was born in a pigsty, then it'll be hard to get opportunities especially in the military.
"Ordering troops around is going to be a challenge though," Maximus said. "I'm being fast tracked to the top that's how I feel."
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Maximus shook his head getting close to Myrine. "Don't feel shame for giving a person advice Myrrine," he said. "You've given me much to think about."
Women were a surprising source wisdom, always giving advice when it was least expected. Maximus should know that considering his best friends: Celine and Adelpha were always there for him whenever he needed some help. His mother also gave him stern advice maintaining discipline in the heat of battle. Myrrine was no different, but the young man did wonder if she had some brothers who served in the military.
"I take it that you have siblings who went off to battle?" Maximus asked leaning closer to Myrrine watching her examine his blade. She didn't seem to worried about the possible competition threatening the blacksmiths business. They tended to be very suspicious of other Smithers who set up shop. In Colchis, smiting was a lucrative business. With many soldiers often training and preparing for battle, Colchis places high priority on making sure that the weapons remained sharpened and ready for battle.
With so much gold invested in the military, that meant the blacksmiths were on demand. Some of them travelled with the army whenever they were called up to be deployed. At least a third in the district Maximus lived in were self-made Smithers who made a fortune off of forging weapons. Considering how much he's heard how talented Myrrine is, she could be a target.
"Well," Maximus placed his hands on his hips. "It's possible that I'm the youngest Lieutenant in history," he said sighing. "As far as I know, the youngest was probably some corrupt Baron who promoted his 12 year son because he can."
Maximus was well aware of the corruption and nepotism that can occur within the ranks. They try their best to make sure that no matter if you were noble or common born that everyone has a chance to make their way up the ranks. It was hard to ignore the fact that the nobility had access to the best training and best weaponry compared to a farmer. Maximus was lived in the upper levels reserved for the wealthy and he came from a family of soldiers. He had head start as well. If a person was born in a pigsty, then it'll be hard to get opportunities especially in the military.
"Ordering troops around is going to be a challenge though," Maximus said. "I'm being fast tracked to the top that's how I feel."
Maximus shook his head getting close to Myrine. "Don't feel shame for giving a person advice Myrrine," he said. "You've given me much to think about."
Women were a surprising source wisdom, always giving advice when it was least expected. Maximus should know that considering his best friends: Celine and Adelpha were always there for him whenever he needed some help. His mother also gave him stern advice maintaining discipline in the heat of battle. Myrrine was no different, but the young man did wonder if she had some brothers who served in the military.
"I take it that you have siblings who went off to battle?" Maximus asked leaning closer to Myrrine watching her examine his blade. She didn't seem to worried about the possible competition threatening the blacksmiths business. They tended to be very suspicious of other Smithers who set up shop. In Colchis, smiting was a lucrative business. With many soldiers often training and preparing for battle, Colchis places high priority on making sure that the weapons remained sharpened and ready for battle.
With so much gold invested in the military, that meant the blacksmiths were on demand. Some of them travelled with the army whenever they were called up to be deployed. At least a third in the district Maximus lived in were self-made Smithers who made a fortune off of forging weapons. Considering how much he's heard how talented Myrrine is, she could be a target.
"Well," Maximus placed his hands on his hips. "It's possible that I'm the youngest Lieutenant in history," he said sighing. "As far as I know, the youngest was probably some corrupt Baron who promoted his 12 year son because he can."
Maximus was well aware of the corruption and nepotism that can occur within the ranks. They try their best to make sure that no matter if you were noble or common born that everyone has a chance to make their way up the ranks. It was hard to ignore the fact that the nobility had access to the best training and best weaponry compared to a farmer. Maximus was lived in the upper levels reserved for the wealthy and he came from a family of soldiers. He had head start as well. If a person was born in a pigsty, then it'll be hard to get opportunities especially in the military.
"Ordering troops around is going to be a challenge though," Maximus said. "I'm being fast tracked to the top that's how I feel."
“Thank you, Maximus,” she said softly, dipping her head as he told her not to feel shame over her advice. It was appreciated even if it did surprise her. It was nice to have her opinion valued. Much as her family was a close and loving one, her siblings often tired of her advice, and she had met few others who had any interest in any such thing.
She couldn’t fight back the laugh that came as he asked about her having militant siblings. “No, not at all,” she managed finally. “My elder brother followed in our father’s footsteps and the rest are young yet.” She wondered if Clio had ever considered it, but she knew he would be hesitant to leave Leila behind. She was so shy and the two had always been close.
Her eyes widened somewhat as he spoke of the prestige of his promotion. “You know, you’re probably right about the Baron’s son,” she agreed with a chuckle. “But that still makes you the youngest Lieutenant to have earned his post, and I think that’s far more impressive, no?”
“Well, look at it this way. Even if you rise quickly to the top and feel unprepared, the powers that be can judge you objectively. No matter how much potential they see in you, they wouldn’t entrust you with more soldiers if you weren’t already excelling. So even if you don’t see it, so long as you trust in your commanders, you can know you’re capable.”
It was a simple enough solution. Relieve the pressure by taking it off his shoulders. “We usually can’t step far enough away from our own reflection to see the larger image the way another person can. Have faith in those around you if you cannot yet find it for yourself.”
She caught herself leaning on the counter, neglecting the work she was being paid for. With a sheepish smile she resumed her work, sharpening the other side of the blade. “As for ordering troops, it’s all in the tone. You have to channel authority, or else no one will listen. If you have any doubts your voice cannot reveal it. If you waver, they’ll hesitate.”
In that way, soldiers were the same as children.
Myrrine cleared her throat, readying for a demonstration. When she spoke, her voice was much as before, same volume and pitch at least. Yet there was a force of confidence behind them. “Hand me that parchment there behind you. Quickly.”
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“Thank you, Maximus,” she said softly, dipping her head as he told her not to feel shame over her advice. It was appreciated even if it did surprise her. It was nice to have her opinion valued. Much as her family was a close and loving one, her siblings often tired of her advice, and she had met few others who had any interest in any such thing.
She couldn’t fight back the laugh that came as he asked about her having militant siblings. “No, not at all,” she managed finally. “My elder brother followed in our father’s footsteps and the rest are young yet.” She wondered if Clio had ever considered it, but she knew he would be hesitant to leave Leila behind. She was so shy and the two had always been close.
Her eyes widened somewhat as he spoke of the prestige of his promotion. “You know, you’re probably right about the Baron’s son,” she agreed with a chuckle. “But that still makes you the youngest Lieutenant to have earned his post, and I think that’s far more impressive, no?”
“Well, look at it this way. Even if you rise quickly to the top and feel unprepared, the powers that be can judge you objectively. No matter how much potential they see in you, they wouldn’t entrust you with more soldiers if you weren’t already excelling. So even if you don’t see it, so long as you trust in your commanders, you can know you’re capable.”
It was a simple enough solution. Relieve the pressure by taking it off his shoulders. “We usually can’t step far enough away from our own reflection to see the larger image the way another person can. Have faith in those around you if you cannot yet find it for yourself.”
She caught herself leaning on the counter, neglecting the work she was being paid for. With a sheepish smile she resumed her work, sharpening the other side of the blade. “As for ordering troops, it’s all in the tone. You have to channel authority, or else no one will listen. If you have any doubts your voice cannot reveal it. If you waver, they’ll hesitate.”
In that way, soldiers were the same as children.
Myrrine cleared her throat, readying for a demonstration. When she spoke, her voice was much as before, same volume and pitch at least. Yet there was a force of confidence behind them. “Hand me that parchment there behind you. Quickly.”
“Thank you, Maximus,” she said softly, dipping her head as he told her not to feel shame over her advice. It was appreciated even if it did surprise her. It was nice to have her opinion valued. Much as her family was a close and loving one, her siblings often tired of her advice, and she had met few others who had any interest in any such thing.
She couldn’t fight back the laugh that came as he asked about her having militant siblings. “No, not at all,” she managed finally. “My elder brother followed in our father’s footsteps and the rest are young yet.” She wondered if Clio had ever considered it, but she knew he would be hesitant to leave Leila behind. She was so shy and the two had always been close.
Her eyes widened somewhat as he spoke of the prestige of his promotion. “You know, you’re probably right about the Baron’s son,” she agreed with a chuckle. “But that still makes you the youngest Lieutenant to have earned his post, and I think that’s far more impressive, no?”
“Well, look at it this way. Even if you rise quickly to the top and feel unprepared, the powers that be can judge you objectively. No matter how much potential they see in you, they wouldn’t entrust you with more soldiers if you weren’t already excelling. So even if you don’t see it, so long as you trust in your commanders, you can know you’re capable.”
It was a simple enough solution. Relieve the pressure by taking it off his shoulders. “We usually can’t step far enough away from our own reflection to see the larger image the way another person can. Have faith in those around you if you cannot yet find it for yourself.”
She caught herself leaning on the counter, neglecting the work she was being paid for. With a sheepish smile she resumed her work, sharpening the other side of the blade. “As for ordering troops, it’s all in the tone. You have to channel authority, or else no one will listen. If you have any doubts your voice cannot reveal it. If you waver, they’ll hesitate.”
In that way, soldiers were the same as children.
Myrrine cleared her throat, readying for a demonstration. When she spoke, her voice was much as before, same volume and pitch at least. Yet there was a force of confidence behind them. “Hand me that parchment there behind you. Quickly.”
Maximus placed his hands behind his head, chuckling as he did so. It was playful thing he did as a child whenever he was bored or was embarrassed. Like many childish things though, Maximus gave up that habit as he got older but based on Myrinne's comments about Maximus being the youngest person who EARNED his position as Lieutenant he couldn't help but resort to the action that helped fight against the red blush that was threatening to form across his cheeks. Old habits die hard he guessed.
"Yeah I guess," Maximus chuckled nervously still keeping his hands behind his head. "I mean I did earn that promotion through saving nobleman's daughter. Immeya of House Drakos," he said trying to remember the events which lead to that fateful rescue.
"You know the great fire Colchis near the mines?" Maximus asked Myrinne sighing as he did so. "Well I was there in the middle of it all, the people screaming, the giants of balls of flame falling on to the buildings. I almost thought they were meteorites but it came from parts of the exploded mine."
The young man closed his eyes, like the Barbarian ambush, Maximus didn't like talking about the great fire that much. Going back to the time where he carried what felt like hundreds of burnt children bought nothing but pain. His brain felt as though it was being compressed whenever he thought about the fire and no amount of mental resistance could quell it.
"In anycase," Maximus no longer willing to speak about the fire. "Immelya was trapped and I rescued her which lead to my promotion."
The young man handed Myrinne the piece of parchment behind him and quickly gave it to her. Maximus adjusted his shirt staring at Myrinne, she gave off a big sister vibe. Maximus was an only child so he never knew what's it like to have any siblings. Based on the little time he's known her, Myrinee was gentle but gives off a look that says that she is not a girl to be trifled with.
"Well," Maximus smirked wondering what Myrinne was going to do with the parchment. "Given that the military does have nepotism within the ranks sometimes it's hard to tell whether or not a soldier has earned a promotion," he said. "I mean besides the blatantly obvious ones like a Baron's 12 year old son. I come from a family of fiercely loyal soldiers who have done great deeds on the battlefield. Perhaps that's why I got promoted so fast?"
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Maximus placed his hands behind his head, chuckling as he did so. It was playful thing he did as a child whenever he was bored or was embarrassed. Like many childish things though, Maximus gave up that habit as he got older but based on Myrinne's comments about Maximus being the youngest person who EARNED his position as Lieutenant he couldn't help but resort to the action that helped fight against the red blush that was threatening to form across his cheeks. Old habits die hard he guessed.
"Yeah I guess," Maximus chuckled nervously still keeping his hands behind his head. "I mean I did earn that promotion through saving nobleman's daughter. Immeya of House Drakos," he said trying to remember the events which lead to that fateful rescue.
"You know the great fire Colchis near the mines?" Maximus asked Myrinne sighing as he did so. "Well I was there in the middle of it all, the people screaming, the giants of balls of flame falling on to the buildings. I almost thought they were meteorites but it came from parts of the exploded mine."
The young man closed his eyes, like the Barbarian ambush, Maximus didn't like talking about the great fire that much. Going back to the time where he carried what felt like hundreds of burnt children bought nothing but pain. His brain felt as though it was being compressed whenever he thought about the fire and no amount of mental resistance could quell it.
"In anycase," Maximus no longer willing to speak about the fire. "Immelya was trapped and I rescued her which lead to my promotion."
The young man handed Myrinne the piece of parchment behind him and quickly gave it to her. Maximus adjusted his shirt staring at Myrinne, she gave off a big sister vibe. Maximus was an only child so he never knew what's it like to have any siblings. Based on the little time he's known her, Myrinee was gentle but gives off a look that says that she is not a girl to be trifled with.
"Well," Maximus smirked wondering what Myrinne was going to do with the parchment. "Given that the military does have nepotism within the ranks sometimes it's hard to tell whether or not a soldier has earned a promotion," he said. "I mean besides the blatantly obvious ones like a Baron's 12 year old son. I come from a family of fiercely loyal soldiers who have done great deeds on the battlefield. Perhaps that's why I got promoted so fast?"
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Maximus placed his hands behind his head, chuckling as he did so. It was playful thing he did as a child whenever he was bored or was embarrassed. Like many childish things though, Maximus gave up that habit as he got older but based on Myrinne's comments about Maximus being the youngest person who EARNED his position as Lieutenant he couldn't help but resort to the action that helped fight against the red blush that was threatening to form across his cheeks. Old habits die hard he guessed.
"Yeah I guess," Maximus chuckled nervously still keeping his hands behind his head. "I mean I did earn that promotion through saving nobleman's daughter. Immeya of House Drakos," he said trying to remember the events which lead to that fateful rescue.
"You know the great fire Colchis near the mines?" Maximus asked Myrinne sighing as he did so. "Well I was there in the middle of it all, the people screaming, the giants of balls of flame falling on to the buildings. I almost thought they were meteorites but it came from parts of the exploded mine."
The young man closed his eyes, like the Barbarian ambush, Maximus didn't like talking about the great fire that much. Going back to the time where he carried what felt like hundreds of burnt children bought nothing but pain. His brain felt as though it was being compressed whenever he thought about the fire and no amount of mental resistance could quell it.
"In anycase," Maximus no longer willing to speak about the fire. "Immelya was trapped and I rescued her which lead to my promotion."
The young man handed Myrinne the piece of parchment behind him and quickly gave it to her. Maximus adjusted his shirt staring at Myrinne, she gave off a big sister vibe. Maximus was an only child so he never knew what's it like to have any siblings. Based on the little time he's known her, Myrinee was gentle but gives off a look that says that she is not a girl to be trifled with.
"Well," Maximus smirked wondering what Myrinne was going to do with the parchment. "Given that the military does have nepotism within the ranks sometimes it's hard to tell whether or not a soldier has earned a promotion," he said. "I mean besides the blatantly obvious ones like a Baron's 12 year old son. I come from a family of fiercely loyal soldiers who have done great deeds on the battlefield. Perhaps that's why I got promoted so fast?"
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His youth was obvious still in the way he flushed and sheepishly accepted her words. In time, he would learn confidence in his skill and position. Or perhaps he wouldn’t, and instead would flounder in his new leadership role. She didn’t think so, but sometimes people simply couldn’t adjust to change. Only time would tell.
She glanced at him in interest as he mentioned the way he had earned that promotion. No wonder he’d been quickly promoted in that case. House Drakos was already bordering on extinction with only 2 daughters. Losing one would have been a remarkable tragedy far beyond the sentiment that came with any loss.
“The Princess must have been most grateful,” she murmured, careful to keep her focus fixed on the blade before her rather than the young man. After all, it was clear he wasn’t terribly comfortable speaking about it. Perhaps he would find it easier if her gaze was fixed elsewhere. She listened carefully, even as she skillfully sharpened the blade’s edge. His words faded into silence, yet Myrrine didn’t try to disrupt it. The fire had been a terrible misfortune for Colchis and she could only imagine the horrors he must be remembering now. She wasn’t about to press him on the matter.
“It was most fortunate for Lady Imeeya that you were there,” she said softly with a nod. She knew there was no use in offering praise. He would say it was merely his duty as a soldier. What men seemed to constantly forget was that performing one’s duty was still admirable, especially in such circumstances when it was only natural to hesitate.
He handed her the parchment exactly as directed, and she had to bite back a grin even as she accepted it only to set it aside. “See? The right tone and no one will question it.”
Myrrine offered a warm mile as he mused over the possibility of nepotism. “The truth is Maximus, you could debate just which merits factored into your promotion. Perhaps your family line played a part in it. Perhaps not. Regardless, the reason matters far less than the fact that it happened. If you keep questioning your position, so too will the men who follow you.” She paused to hand him his blade to approve her work.
“It matters less why you have it as it does what you do with it.”
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His youth was obvious still in the way he flushed and sheepishly accepted her words. In time, he would learn confidence in his skill and position. Or perhaps he wouldn’t, and instead would flounder in his new leadership role. She didn’t think so, but sometimes people simply couldn’t adjust to change. Only time would tell.
She glanced at him in interest as he mentioned the way he had earned that promotion. No wonder he’d been quickly promoted in that case. House Drakos was already bordering on extinction with only 2 daughters. Losing one would have been a remarkable tragedy far beyond the sentiment that came with any loss.
“The Princess must have been most grateful,” she murmured, careful to keep her focus fixed on the blade before her rather than the young man. After all, it was clear he wasn’t terribly comfortable speaking about it. Perhaps he would find it easier if her gaze was fixed elsewhere. She listened carefully, even as she skillfully sharpened the blade’s edge. His words faded into silence, yet Myrrine didn’t try to disrupt it. The fire had been a terrible misfortune for Colchis and she could only imagine the horrors he must be remembering now. She wasn’t about to press him on the matter.
“It was most fortunate for Lady Imeeya that you were there,” she said softly with a nod. She knew there was no use in offering praise. He would say it was merely his duty as a soldier. What men seemed to constantly forget was that performing one’s duty was still admirable, especially in such circumstances when it was only natural to hesitate.
He handed her the parchment exactly as directed, and she had to bite back a grin even as she accepted it only to set it aside. “See? The right tone and no one will question it.”
Myrrine offered a warm mile as he mused over the possibility of nepotism. “The truth is Maximus, you could debate just which merits factored into your promotion. Perhaps your family line played a part in it. Perhaps not. Regardless, the reason matters far less than the fact that it happened. If you keep questioning your position, so too will the men who follow you.” She paused to hand him his blade to approve her work.
“It matters less why you have it as it does what you do with it.”
His youth was obvious still in the way he flushed and sheepishly accepted her words. In time, he would learn confidence in his skill and position. Or perhaps he wouldn’t, and instead would flounder in his new leadership role. She didn’t think so, but sometimes people simply couldn’t adjust to change. Only time would tell.
She glanced at him in interest as he mentioned the way he had earned that promotion. No wonder he’d been quickly promoted in that case. House Drakos was already bordering on extinction with only 2 daughters. Losing one would have been a remarkable tragedy far beyond the sentiment that came with any loss.
“The Princess must have been most grateful,” she murmured, careful to keep her focus fixed on the blade before her rather than the young man. After all, it was clear he wasn’t terribly comfortable speaking about it. Perhaps he would find it easier if her gaze was fixed elsewhere. She listened carefully, even as she skillfully sharpened the blade’s edge. His words faded into silence, yet Myrrine didn’t try to disrupt it. The fire had been a terrible misfortune for Colchis and she could only imagine the horrors he must be remembering now. She wasn’t about to press him on the matter.
“It was most fortunate for Lady Imeeya that you were there,” she said softly with a nod. She knew there was no use in offering praise. He would say it was merely his duty as a soldier. What men seemed to constantly forget was that performing one’s duty was still admirable, especially in such circumstances when it was only natural to hesitate.
He handed her the parchment exactly as directed, and she had to bite back a grin even as she accepted it only to set it aside. “See? The right tone and no one will question it.”
Myrrine offered a warm mile as he mused over the possibility of nepotism. “The truth is Maximus, you could debate just which merits factored into your promotion. Perhaps your family line played a part in it. Perhaps not. Regardless, the reason matters far less than the fact that it happened. If you keep questioning your position, so too will the men who follow you.” She paused to hand him his blade to approve her work.
“It matters less why you have it as it does what you do with it.”