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The voyage from Colchis to Taengea had taken him five days. Good time, but he had expected it. The Azazel was a state-of-the-art ship built for speed, and Kreios had spared no expense on the building of his ship. Sleek, with enough rooms for his products, it was built for speed and elegance, both of which was necessary in his line of business. With his name a fairly well known one in the whispers of court and commoners alike, Kreios often found himself as the recipient of various forms of missives.
Today, he held one of them.
Upon receiving it just a week prior, Kreios had kept note of it, but filed the letter aside. Scheduling a departure with Captain Garvey for the shores of Taengea upon the conclusion of the night market in the newly opened Midas harbors, the weeklong voyage now ended that afternoon. In his cabin on board, Kreios perused the letter one last time, before tucking it into the waistband of his black chiton. Picking up his himation, he fastened its golden clasp around his neck as was his habit, before sweeping out of his cabin.
Descat had automatically entered his chambers, but when two slaves made to follow him, he held a hand up to still their movements. "Do not follow. I will return by evening. Prepare to set sail for Athenia within a week." his instructions were clear, concise and meant to be followed - Kreios could stand for no dalliance and no incompetence. The crew of the Azazel knew better then to slip up. While Garvey was the captain of the ship, everyone knew it was Kreios who owned them all. The dark haired male had spent a pretty drachmae on all of their purchases, and he was not one who treated his purchases lightly.
In the afternoon heat of the Artamisios sun, he plodded up along the streets of Taengea, a place he had had the pleasure of visiting just a few months prior. Yet then when he had been around, the place had been different. From a drunken wine festival, Taengea had been transformed to a city hunkering down in terror and fear upon the attack of the Creed, the death of their former king and crown prince, and the return of a looming figure that brought nightmares to all.
Now, as he observed whilst he strolled to the Quarter, Kreios noticed the return of regular life. His eyes flickered briefly past the dead, hanging body of a Creed, but went past it towards the final pathway that would lead to his destination.
It did not take the male long to find the Leventi Manor. He had grown up in Taengea afterall. His own cottage was a fair time's walk away, and Kreios was fully planning on visiting his family home, restocking on his plants and vials before setting sail again. But he was promised a substantial reward, and now Kreios was here to claim it.
Reaching the main entrance of the manor, his dark hair fell in a soft tuft over one of his eyes as he peered at the door, and then raised a knuckle. Rapping sharply, he waited till someone had opened the door, before asking in a husky, soft tone, "I am here to see a Vitalis? I received a missive."
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The voyage from Colchis to Taengea had taken him five days. Good time, but he had expected it. The Azazel was a state-of-the-art ship built for speed, and Kreios had spared no expense on the building of his ship. Sleek, with enough rooms for his products, it was built for speed and elegance, both of which was necessary in his line of business. With his name a fairly well known one in the whispers of court and commoners alike, Kreios often found himself as the recipient of various forms of missives.
Today, he held one of them.
Upon receiving it just a week prior, Kreios had kept note of it, but filed the letter aside. Scheduling a departure with Captain Garvey for the shores of Taengea upon the conclusion of the night market in the newly opened Midas harbors, the weeklong voyage now ended that afternoon. In his cabin on board, Kreios perused the letter one last time, before tucking it into the waistband of his black chiton. Picking up his himation, he fastened its golden clasp around his neck as was his habit, before sweeping out of his cabin.
Descat had automatically entered his chambers, but when two slaves made to follow him, he held a hand up to still their movements. "Do not follow. I will return by evening. Prepare to set sail for Athenia within a week." his instructions were clear, concise and meant to be followed - Kreios could stand for no dalliance and no incompetence. The crew of the Azazel knew better then to slip up. While Garvey was the captain of the ship, everyone knew it was Kreios who owned them all. The dark haired male had spent a pretty drachmae on all of their purchases, and he was not one who treated his purchases lightly.
In the afternoon heat of the Artamisios sun, he plodded up along the streets of Taengea, a place he had had the pleasure of visiting just a few months prior. Yet then when he had been around, the place had been different. From a drunken wine festival, Taengea had been transformed to a city hunkering down in terror and fear upon the attack of the Creed, the death of their former king and crown prince, and the return of a looming figure that brought nightmares to all.
Now, as he observed whilst he strolled to the Quarter, Kreios noticed the return of regular life. His eyes flickered briefly past the dead, hanging body of a Creed, but went past it towards the final pathway that would lead to his destination.
It did not take the male long to find the Leventi Manor. He had grown up in Taengea afterall. His own cottage was a fair time's walk away, and Kreios was fully planning on visiting his family home, restocking on his plants and vials before setting sail again. But he was promised a substantial reward, and now Kreios was here to claim it.
Reaching the main entrance of the manor, his dark hair fell in a soft tuft over one of his eyes as he peered at the door, and then raised a knuckle. Rapping sharply, he waited till someone had opened the door, before asking in a husky, soft tone, "I am here to see a Vitalis? I received a missive."
The voyage from Colchis to Taengea had taken him five days. Good time, but he had expected it. The Azazel was a state-of-the-art ship built for speed, and Kreios had spared no expense on the building of his ship. Sleek, with enough rooms for his products, it was built for speed and elegance, both of which was necessary in his line of business. With his name a fairly well known one in the whispers of court and commoners alike, Kreios often found himself as the recipient of various forms of missives.
Today, he held one of them.
Upon receiving it just a week prior, Kreios had kept note of it, but filed the letter aside. Scheduling a departure with Captain Garvey for the shores of Taengea upon the conclusion of the night market in the newly opened Midas harbors, the weeklong voyage now ended that afternoon. In his cabin on board, Kreios perused the letter one last time, before tucking it into the waistband of his black chiton. Picking up his himation, he fastened its golden clasp around his neck as was his habit, before sweeping out of his cabin.
Descat had automatically entered his chambers, but when two slaves made to follow him, he held a hand up to still their movements. "Do not follow. I will return by evening. Prepare to set sail for Athenia within a week." his instructions were clear, concise and meant to be followed - Kreios could stand for no dalliance and no incompetence. The crew of the Azazel knew better then to slip up. While Garvey was the captain of the ship, everyone knew it was Kreios who owned them all. The dark haired male had spent a pretty drachmae on all of their purchases, and he was not one who treated his purchases lightly.
In the afternoon heat of the Artamisios sun, he plodded up along the streets of Taengea, a place he had had the pleasure of visiting just a few months prior. Yet then when he had been around, the place had been different. From a drunken wine festival, Taengea had been transformed to a city hunkering down in terror and fear upon the attack of the Creed, the death of their former king and crown prince, and the return of a looming figure that brought nightmares to all.
Now, as he observed whilst he strolled to the Quarter, Kreios noticed the return of regular life. His eyes flickered briefly past the dead, hanging body of a Creed, but went past it towards the final pathway that would lead to his destination.
It did not take the male long to find the Leventi Manor. He had grown up in Taengea afterall. His own cottage was a fair time's walk away, and Kreios was fully planning on visiting his family home, restocking on his plants and vials before setting sail again. But he was promised a substantial reward, and now Kreios was here to claim it.
Reaching the main entrance of the manor, his dark hair fell in a soft tuft over one of his eyes as he peered at the door, and then raised a knuckle. Rapping sharply, he waited till someone had opened the door, before asking in a husky, soft tone, "I am here to see a Vitalis? I received a missive."
Fotios had left strict instructions what to do if a man came to the Leventi Manor asking for a "Vitalis". He was to be escorted into the manor quietly and without announcement, but also without any kind of mystery or suspicion. As if he were a normal merchant of any other kind. Hopefully the man wouldn't be foolish enough to offer up his own name. With whispers of the name Kreios came murmurs of those who knew him or had had business with him; and Fotios did not want his name amongst them.
Not that it would entirely harm his reputation or through a great amount of suspicion on him. Fotios had been labelled as... odd... since he was a teenager and perused books on how the human body worked. Some of which had been labelled as blasphemous to the Gods. A few whispers about poison dealers would be the least of the depraved rumours that circulated the court about him.
While Eirini, his wife, was the paragon of society and the most popular of the courtly ladies, Fotios was the shadow that lurked behind and beside her that no-one quite liked to look at directly, or believed as any great danger beyond smoke and mirrors.
As per his instruction, the poison dealer was escorted into one of the solar rooms.
The chamber was open to the elements with two of its four walls a repeated pattern of arches, open to the bright and hot summer's day. The roaming meadows that the Leventi manor had been deliberately built on the outskirts of the city for, could be seen in nearly every direction.
When Fotios arrived, he was dressed a little different to his norm. The day had begun hot and grown warmer as the hours progressed and Fotios had therefore chosen a sleeveless tunic, cut in a rigid square and with a high collar that cut down beneath his chin. The design was almost eastern but instead of being allowed to hang uninterrupted, he had belted the tunic before it hung to mid-thigh. Loose pants were worn beneath and his sandals were brown instead of his customary black. The entire ensemble was in lighter shades today.
Fotios was in a good mood.
"Welcome to Taengea, Master Kreios." Fotios greeted as he stepped into the room, content that they would not be overheard. The room itself was so large and he had shut the door behind him that no servant would notice their chatter and the gardens beyond the archways was private and restricted to family use only.
"I thank you for the speed in your arrival."
Knowing better than to offer a poison dealer a drink or refreshment, Fotios, instead, waved a hand to indicate for him to sit and too up his own seat in the corner of one of the silken loungers.
He eyed his guest carefully.
While Fotios could appreciate the aesthetics of the man - for he was incredibly handsome and had a way about him that sang of his confidence and virility - Fotios was more interested in the sharpness of his gaze and the way he glanced about the room, taking in every detail.
Too often in this world, Fotios met people - time and again - who were dense to the contexts they found themselves or blinkered, self-centred in their way of analysing the environments around them. He could not help but judge them as unambitious, unseeing and altogether... dull.
The only other person he had yet met in his life who he knew could see the entire board on which people played, he had married...
Fotios restrained the desire to narrow his eyes at Kreios.
Perhaps this gentleman would be a pleasant surprise. Another who could see the world as it truly was. A board of imbeciles needing to be moved in the correct plays. The only challenge in love was working out which of those plays were most beneficial to oneself...
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Fotios had left strict instructions what to do if a man came to the Leventi Manor asking for a "Vitalis". He was to be escorted into the manor quietly and without announcement, but also without any kind of mystery or suspicion. As if he were a normal merchant of any other kind. Hopefully the man wouldn't be foolish enough to offer up his own name. With whispers of the name Kreios came murmurs of those who knew him or had had business with him; and Fotios did not want his name amongst them.
Not that it would entirely harm his reputation or through a great amount of suspicion on him. Fotios had been labelled as... odd... since he was a teenager and perused books on how the human body worked. Some of which had been labelled as blasphemous to the Gods. A few whispers about poison dealers would be the least of the depraved rumours that circulated the court about him.
While Eirini, his wife, was the paragon of society and the most popular of the courtly ladies, Fotios was the shadow that lurked behind and beside her that no-one quite liked to look at directly, or believed as any great danger beyond smoke and mirrors.
As per his instruction, the poison dealer was escorted into one of the solar rooms.
The chamber was open to the elements with two of its four walls a repeated pattern of arches, open to the bright and hot summer's day. The roaming meadows that the Leventi manor had been deliberately built on the outskirts of the city for, could be seen in nearly every direction.
When Fotios arrived, he was dressed a little different to his norm. The day had begun hot and grown warmer as the hours progressed and Fotios had therefore chosen a sleeveless tunic, cut in a rigid square and with a high collar that cut down beneath his chin. The design was almost eastern but instead of being allowed to hang uninterrupted, he had belted the tunic before it hung to mid-thigh. Loose pants were worn beneath and his sandals were brown instead of his customary black. The entire ensemble was in lighter shades today.
Fotios was in a good mood.
"Welcome to Taengea, Master Kreios." Fotios greeted as he stepped into the room, content that they would not be overheard. The room itself was so large and he had shut the door behind him that no servant would notice their chatter and the gardens beyond the archways was private and restricted to family use only.
"I thank you for the speed in your arrival."
Knowing better than to offer a poison dealer a drink or refreshment, Fotios, instead, waved a hand to indicate for him to sit and too up his own seat in the corner of one of the silken loungers.
He eyed his guest carefully.
While Fotios could appreciate the aesthetics of the man - for he was incredibly handsome and had a way about him that sang of his confidence and virility - Fotios was more interested in the sharpness of his gaze and the way he glanced about the room, taking in every detail.
Too often in this world, Fotios met people - time and again - who were dense to the contexts they found themselves or blinkered, self-centred in their way of analysing the environments around them. He could not help but judge them as unambitious, unseeing and altogether... dull.
The only other person he had yet met in his life who he knew could see the entire board on which people played, he had married...
Fotios restrained the desire to narrow his eyes at Kreios.
Perhaps this gentleman would be a pleasant surprise. Another who could see the world as it truly was. A board of imbeciles needing to be moved in the correct plays. The only challenge in love was working out which of those plays were most beneficial to oneself...
Fotios had left strict instructions what to do if a man came to the Leventi Manor asking for a "Vitalis". He was to be escorted into the manor quietly and without announcement, but also without any kind of mystery or suspicion. As if he were a normal merchant of any other kind. Hopefully the man wouldn't be foolish enough to offer up his own name. With whispers of the name Kreios came murmurs of those who knew him or had had business with him; and Fotios did not want his name amongst them.
Not that it would entirely harm his reputation or through a great amount of suspicion on him. Fotios had been labelled as... odd... since he was a teenager and perused books on how the human body worked. Some of which had been labelled as blasphemous to the Gods. A few whispers about poison dealers would be the least of the depraved rumours that circulated the court about him.
While Eirini, his wife, was the paragon of society and the most popular of the courtly ladies, Fotios was the shadow that lurked behind and beside her that no-one quite liked to look at directly, or believed as any great danger beyond smoke and mirrors.
As per his instruction, the poison dealer was escorted into one of the solar rooms.
The chamber was open to the elements with two of its four walls a repeated pattern of arches, open to the bright and hot summer's day. The roaming meadows that the Leventi manor had been deliberately built on the outskirts of the city for, could be seen in nearly every direction.
When Fotios arrived, he was dressed a little different to his norm. The day had begun hot and grown warmer as the hours progressed and Fotios had therefore chosen a sleeveless tunic, cut in a rigid square and with a high collar that cut down beneath his chin. The design was almost eastern but instead of being allowed to hang uninterrupted, he had belted the tunic before it hung to mid-thigh. Loose pants were worn beneath and his sandals were brown instead of his customary black. The entire ensemble was in lighter shades today.
Fotios was in a good mood.
"Welcome to Taengea, Master Kreios." Fotios greeted as he stepped into the room, content that they would not be overheard. The room itself was so large and he had shut the door behind him that no servant would notice their chatter and the gardens beyond the archways was private and restricted to family use only.
"I thank you for the speed in your arrival."
Knowing better than to offer a poison dealer a drink or refreshment, Fotios, instead, waved a hand to indicate for him to sit and too up his own seat in the corner of one of the silken loungers.
He eyed his guest carefully.
While Fotios could appreciate the aesthetics of the man - for he was incredibly handsome and had a way about him that sang of his confidence and virility - Fotios was more interested in the sharpness of his gaze and the way he glanced about the room, taking in every detail.
Too often in this world, Fotios met people - time and again - who were dense to the contexts they found themselves or blinkered, self-centred in their way of analysing the environments around them. He could not help but judge them as unambitious, unseeing and altogether... dull.
The only other person he had yet met in his life who he knew could see the entire board on which people played, he had married...
Fotios restrained the desire to narrow his eyes at Kreios.
Perhaps this gentleman would be a pleasant surprise. Another who could see the world as it truly was. A board of imbeciles needing to be moved in the correct plays. The only challenge in love was working out which of those plays were most beneficial to oneself...
The servant had been silent, but not surprised at all to receive Kreios on the doorsteps of the manor. Apparent to the merchant that his visit was an expected one, the dark-haired male followed the servant silently down the hallways, not bothering for further words once it was obvious that they knew who they were receiving. He was a man of little words, and it was obvious in the way he kept his stoic manner the whole trek down until he was admitted into one of the manor's solar rooms.
Upon entry, Kreios was quick to pick up as much information as he could about his surroundings. Already on his way down, he could tell the splendor and richness of the manor pointed to one of a royal house - no surprise, since he knew he was at the Leventi manor. The house name was no stranger to any, the beauty of the daughters from this house a whispered legend among many.
Alone till the master of the house arrived, Kreios took no seat. Not liking the idea of being seen as languid or lazy, he had always been a man of action and movement. Once the servant closed the door, his dark irises darted around, taking in the arched patterns, before falling on the opened walls that showed the bright summer day of the Taengean kingdom. The meadows were a pleasant backdrop in every direction, and with the heat, one would assume the merchant to shed his dark cloak. But Kreios did not enjoy such showcase of weakness or indignity, and he kept the clasp firmly in place.
His sharp ears picked out the entrance of the Leventi head of house, but proud as the male was, he did not dignify an acknowledgment until he was greeted by Fotios's own voice. Only then, did Kreios turn, no smile upon his lips. The only response he gave to Fotios's greeting and thanks for arrival was a grave dip of his head. Not one for small talk, one would almost pass him off as rude, if one did not notice the intensely alert manner in which the poison merchant would look at someone, only speaking when the words were necessary. He was a most efficient man both in manners and speech - how else would he have amassed such wealth in such a young age?
The dark irises noted the way in which Fotios murmured at him to take a seat, but even as the elder man took up a seat, Kreios remained standing, hands laced behind his back, kept underneath the black cloak. He could feel the other's eyes on him, but Kreios appeared almost unperturbed as he took one last look at the rolling meadows of the Leventi lands, before finally breaking his silence. "I am assuming you asked me here for a reason, my lord." while he was prideful, Kreios was not silly enough to eschew the hierarchy of nobility, and addressed the man appropriately, moving to stand just before where the other was seated. "Perhaps we could cut to the chase. I am sure your time is as precious as mine."
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The servant had been silent, but not surprised at all to receive Kreios on the doorsteps of the manor. Apparent to the merchant that his visit was an expected one, the dark-haired male followed the servant silently down the hallways, not bothering for further words once it was obvious that they knew who they were receiving. He was a man of little words, and it was obvious in the way he kept his stoic manner the whole trek down until he was admitted into one of the manor's solar rooms.
Upon entry, Kreios was quick to pick up as much information as he could about his surroundings. Already on his way down, he could tell the splendor and richness of the manor pointed to one of a royal house - no surprise, since he knew he was at the Leventi manor. The house name was no stranger to any, the beauty of the daughters from this house a whispered legend among many.
Alone till the master of the house arrived, Kreios took no seat. Not liking the idea of being seen as languid or lazy, he had always been a man of action and movement. Once the servant closed the door, his dark irises darted around, taking in the arched patterns, before falling on the opened walls that showed the bright summer day of the Taengean kingdom. The meadows were a pleasant backdrop in every direction, and with the heat, one would assume the merchant to shed his dark cloak. But Kreios did not enjoy such showcase of weakness or indignity, and he kept the clasp firmly in place.
His sharp ears picked out the entrance of the Leventi head of house, but proud as the male was, he did not dignify an acknowledgment until he was greeted by Fotios's own voice. Only then, did Kreios turn, no smile upon his lips. The only response he gave to Fotios's greeting and thanks for arrival was a grave dip of his head. Not one for small talk, one would almost pass him off as rude, if one did not notice the intensely alert manner in which the poison merchant would look at someone, only speaking when the words were necessary. He was a most efficient man both in manners and speech - how else would he have amassed such wealth in such a young age?
The dark irises noted the way in which Fotios murmured at him to take a seat, but even as the elder man took up a seat, Kreios remained standing, hands laced behind his back, kept underneath the black cloak. He could feel the other's eyes on him, but Kreios appeared almost unperturbed as he took one last look at the rolling meadows of the Leventi lands, before finally breaking his silence. "I am assuming you asked me here for a reason, my lord." while he was prideful, Kreios was not silly enough to eschew the hierarchy of nobility, and addressed the man appropriately, moving to stand just before where the other was seated. "Perhaps we could cut to the chase. I am sure your time is as precious as mine."
The servant had been silent, but not surprised at all to receive Kreios on the doorsteps of the manor. Apparent to the merchant that his visit was an expected one, the dark-haired male followed the servant silently down the hallways, not bothering for further words once it was obvious that they knew who they were receiving. He was a man of little words, and it was obvious in the way he kept his stoic manner the whole trek down until he was admitted into one of the manor's solar rooms.
Upon entry, Kreios was quick to pick up as much information as he could about his surroundings. Already on his way down, he could tell the splendor and richness of the manor pointed to one of a royal house - no surprise, since he knew he was at the Leventi manor. The house name was no stranger to any, the beauty of the daughters from this house a whispered legend among many.
Alone till the master of the house arrived, Kreios took no seat. Not liking the idea of being seen as languid or lazy, he had always been a man of action and movement. Once the servant closed the door, his dark irises darted around, taking in the arched patterns, before falling on the opened walls that showed the bright summer day of the Taengean kingdom. The meadows were a pleasant backdrop in every direction, and with the heat, one would assume the merchant to shed his dark cloak. But Kreios did not enjoy such showcase of weakness or indignity, and he kept the clasp firmly in place.
His sharp ears picked out the entrance of the Leventi head of house, but proud as the male was, he did not dignify an acknowledgment until he was greeted by Fotios's own voice. Only then, did Kreios turn, no smile upon his lips. The only response he gave to Fotios's greeting and thanks for arrival was a grave dip of his head. Not one for small talk, one would almost pass him off as rude, if one did not notice the intensely alert manner in which the poison merchant would look at someone, only speaking when the words were necessary. He was a most efficient man both in manners and speech - how else would he have amassed such wealth in such a young age?
The dark irises noted the way in which Fotios murmured at him to take a seat, but even as the elder man took up a seat, Kreios remained standing, hands laced behind his back, kept underneath the black cloak. He could feel the other's eyes on him, but Kreios appeared almost unperturbed as he took one last look at the rolling meadows of the Leventi lands, before finally breaking his silence. "I am assuming you asked me here for a reason, my lord." while he was prideful, Kreios was not silly enough to eschew the hierarchy of nobility, and addressed the man appropriately, moving to stand just before where the other was seated. "Perhaps we could cut to the chase. I am sure your time is as precious as mine."
A small and sardonic smile curved at the edge of Fotios' mouth, as the man seemed in a hurry. He was glad of it. The sooner said business was concluded and the man left his residence, the sooner her was safe from potential speculation.
"Fine." Fotios said in a calm and appreciative manner. The poison merchant had remained standing but that didn't have Fotios rising back to his feet. He remained languid on the lounger, liking the difference in their states of ease - the master and a trader.
"I require one of your resources. Deadly but slow. Tasteless but with symptoms. I require a slow burn that would appear as if the person in question were falling ill of natural causes."
He watched as the poison merchant took in his words calmly and was clearly calculating which of his produce would be the most appropriate for the sale...
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A small and sardonic smile curved at the edge of Fotios' mouth, as the man seemed in a hurry. He was glad of it. The sooner said business was concluded and the man left his residence, the sooner her was safe from potential speculation.
"Fine." Fotios said in a calm and appreciative manner. The poison merchant had remained standing but that didn't have Fotios rising back to his feet. He remained languid on the lounger, liking the difference in their states of ease - the master and a trader.
"I require one of your resources. Deadly but slow. Tasteless but with symptoms. I require a slow burn that would appear as if the person in question were falling ill of natural causes."
He watched as the poison merchant took in his words calmly and was clearly calculating which of his produce would be the most appropriate for the sale...
A small and sardonic smile curved at the edge of Fotios' mouth, as the man seemed in a hurry. He was glad of it. The sooner said business was concluded and the man left his residence, the sooner her was safe from potential speculation.
"Fine." Fotios said in a calm and appreciative manner. The poison merchant had remained standing but that didn't have Fotios rising back to his feet. He remained languid on the lounger, liking the difference in their states of ease - the master and a trader.
"I require one of your resources. Deadly but slow. Tasteless but with symptoms. I require a slow burn that would appear as if the person in question were falling ill of natural causes."
He watched as the poison merchant took in his words calmly and was clearly calculating which of his produce would be the most appropriate for the sale...
He was glad the lord seemed to be receptive to his preference for a cut to work immediately. Kreios despised small talk, finding no use for it. Many may wonder why or how even a merchant who had little use for words and networking even amass the riches that he had, but the truth was just that - Kreios was very good at what he did. It was rare for someone to be so adept in the mixing of various herbs and vials to concoct new matters and ways of subtle death, and Kreios upped the ante by growing his own in his little garden of 'herbs' as he called them. Due to his own way of growing them, he incorporated even more properties in them that one was hard pressed to find just growing anywhere.
He was skilled, and he knew it.
The moment Fotios began describing what he needed, it was obvious from the way Kreios stood that he was alert and listening. Like a dog caught on a scent, the dark-haired poison master listened intently, the cogs in his brain working the more details Fotios offered him. Once done, his dark eyes flashed, already mentally picking out what was necessary with the details needed. "What you require is tricky... anything that requires the person to appear as if he or she is falling ill would need a steady and constant administration - missing even one dosage would prolong the need for it to be administered." His eyes slipped away from the lord, considering the blank wall in front of him as he continued. "Gender? Height? Built?"
It was necessary, the information he asked for. The dosage was tricky in a situation such as one that the Taengean royal lord had asked for. By then, Kreios had furrowed his brows, having wandered over to the patterns carved on to the walls, he trailed his fingers over them while awaiting for Fotios's answer before providing a response.
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He was glad the lord seemed to be receptive to his preference for a cut to work immediately. Kreios despised small talk, finding no use for it. Many may wonder why or how even a merchant who had little use for words and networking even amass the riches that he had, but the truth was just that - Kreios was very good at what he did. It was rare for someone to be so adept in the mixing of various herbs and vials to concoct new matters and ways of subtle death, and Kreios upped the ante by growing his own in his little garden of 'herbs' as he called them. Due to his own way of growing them, he incorporated even more properties in them that one was hard pressed to find just growing anywhere.
He was skilled, and he knew it.
The moment Fotios began describing what he needed, it was obvious from the way Kreios stood that he was alert and listening. Like a dog caught on a scent, the dark-haired poison master listened intently, the cogs in his brain working the more details Fotios offered him. Once done, his dark eyes flashed, already mentally picking out what was necessary with the details needed. "What you require is tricky... anything that requires the person to appear as if he or she is falling ill would need a steady and constant administration - missing even one dosage would prolong the need for it to be administered." His eyes slipped away from the lord, considering the blank wall in front of him as he continued. "Gender? Height? Built?"
It was necessary, the information he asked for. The dosage was tricky in a situation such as one that the Taengean royal lord had asked for. By then, Kreios had furrowed his brows, having wandered over to the patterns carved on to the walls, he trailed his fingers over them while awaiting for Fotios's answer before providing a response.
He was glad the lord seemed to be receptive to his preference for a cut to work immediately. Kreios despised small talk, finding no use for it. Many may wonder why or how even a merchant who had little use for words and networking even amass the riches that he had, but the truth was just that - Kreios was very good at what he did. It was rare for someone to be so adept in the mixing of various herbs and vials to concoct new matters and ways of subtle death, and Kreios upped the ante by growing his own in his little garden of 'herbs' as he called them. Due to his own way of growing them, he incorporated even more properties in them that one was hard pressed to find just growing anywhere.
He was skilled, and he knew it.
The moment Fotios began describing what he needed, it was obvious from the way Kreios stood that he was alert and listening. Like a dog caught on a scent, the dark-haired poison master listened intently, the cogs in his brain working the more details Fotios offered him. Once done, his dark eyes flashed, already mentally picking out what was necessary with the details needed. "What you require is tricky... anything that requires the person to appear as if he or she is falling ill would need a steady and constant administration - missing even one dosage would prolong the need for it to be administered." His eyes slipped away from the lord, considering the blank wall in front of him as he continued. "Gender? Height? Built?"
It was necessary, the information he asked for. The dosage was tricky in a situation such as one that the Taengean royal lord had asked for. By then, Kreios had furrowed his brows, having wandered over to the patterns carved on to the walls, he trailed his fingers over them while awaiting for Fotios's answer before providing a response.
While unused to not having to choose his words carefully, to play word games and hint instead of outright speak his intention, Fotios found himself enjoying the efficiency that the poison merchant was offering. He was not a man that liked to waste time; as such a thing was precious, and he was glad to find that a man he was simply seeking to buy a commodity from was of the same mind.
As the man commented on the logistics of administering the poison, Fotios nodded calmly, expecting his statement and concerns. It was logical that something that would affect the human body in a gradual way would need to be administered in the same manner; gradually and consistently.
"This is not a concern." Fotios commented, knowing that he would have perfect access to any food or drink he might need to use to reach the poison to the lips of its intended.
When the man asked for particular details regarding the victim, Fotios was cagey. While he wanted the chemical balance to be right - he knew it would have to be exact and hence why he was unable to make the poultice himself - he had not the knowledge or practice to concoct something to the right specifications - he did not want to reveal to some stranger the intended use of his product. Such words could be spoken to those he did not wish them to be heard by. Though he highly doubted that his intended victim would ever seek out a poisoner.
"Male. Six foot one. Strong-set." He offered, hoping this would be enough detail required by the man. He wanted Kreios' product but he wasn't about to incriminate himself through any more details than that...
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While unused to not having to choose his words carefully, to play word games and hint instead of outright speak his intention, Fotios found himself enjoying the efficiency that the poison merchant was offering. He was not a man that liked to waste time; as such a thing was precious, and he was glad to find that a man he was simply seeking to buy a commodity from was of the same mind.
As the man commented on the logistics of administering the poison, Fotios nodded calmly, expecting his statement and concerns. It was logical that something that would affect the human body in a gradual way would need to be administered in the same manner; gradually and consistently.
"This is not a concern." Fotios commented, knowing that he would have perfect access to any food or drink he might need to use to reach the poison to the lips of its intended.
When the man asked for particular details regarding the victim, Fotios was cagey. While he wanted the chemical balance to be right - he knew it would have to be exact and hence why he was unable to make the poultice himself - he had not the knowledge or practice to concoct something to the right specifications - he did not want to reveal to some stranger the intended use of his product. Such words could be spoken to those he did not wish them to be heard by. Though he highly doubted that his intended victim would ever seek out a poisoner.
"Male. Six foot one. Strong-set." He offered, hoping this would be enough detail required by the man. He wanted Kreios' product but he wasn't about to incriminate himself through any more details than that...
While unused to not having to choose his words carefully, to play word games and hint instead of outright speak his intention, Fotios found himself enjoying the efficiency that the poison merchant was offering. He was not a man that liked to waste time; as such a thing was precious, and he was glad to find that a man he was simply seeking to buy a commodity from was of the same mind.
As the man commented on the logistics of administering the poison, Fotios nodded calmly, expecting his statement and concerns. It was logical that something that would affect the human body in a gradual way would need to be administered in the same manner; gradually and consistently.
"This is not a concern." Fotios commented, knowing that he would have perfect access to any food or drink he might need to use to reach the poison to the lips of its intended.
When the man asked for particular details regarding the victim, Fotios was cagey. While he wanted the chemical balance to be right - he knew it would have to be exact and hence why he was unable to make the poultice himself - he had not the knowledge or practice to concoct something to the right specifications - he did not want to reveal to some stranger the intended use of his product. Such words could be spoken to those he did not wish them to be heard by. Though he highly doubted that his intended victim would ever seek out a poisoner.
"Male. Six foot one. Strong-set." He offered, hoping this would be enough detail required by the man. He wanted Kreios' product but he wasn't about to incriminate himself through any more details than that...
Efficient was his way of work. Kreios was satisfied once he heard of the lord's affirmation that the constant administration would not be an issue - he would not want his good name blemished simply because a lord could not follow instructions and decide to heap the blame on him. He placed a lot of stock and hard work into his wares, and did not need his long-standing reputation to be marred by a hoity-toity lord who thought himself above the laws of Gaea and Dionysus.
His dark eyes did not miss the shifty way in which Fotios started when Kreios asked for details. Ah, so did he not want his intended victim to be known then? The male hid a smile. It was of no interest to him, whoever the unlucky target was, yet he found such information useful. He was loyal to no kingdom, despite being Taengean born. The kingdom of his birthplace had done nothing to help him upon the death of his parents, so he saw not why he should heap respect upon them.
No, he was loyal to himself. The political games they played did not interest him. He was simply amused at the show they provided. Entertainment, if you might.
Male. Tall. Bulky. Possible need for a higher dosage, but something subtle. It was all the information he needed. Kreios gave a swift nod, his dark eyes betraying nothing but that he had this in his hand. Letting the dark irises meet the Leventi's own ones, the merchant dipped his head in the maximum amount of respect a prideful one such as he would show. "I shall be in touch, Vitalis." he murmured, emphasis placed on the pseudo name Fotios had first used, in a manner Kreios hoped the lord caught on. Without another word, he pivoted on his heel and turned, his dark cloak billowing as he disappeared down the corridor back to the main entrance.
He was efficient, after all.
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Efficient was his way of work. Kreios was satisfied once he heard of the lord's affirmation that the constant administration would not be an issue - he would not want his good name blemished simply because a lord could not follow instructions and decide to heap the blame on him. He placed a lot of stock and hard work into his wares, and did not need his long-standing reputation to be marred by a hoity-toity lord who thought himself above the laws of Gaea and Dionysus.
His dark eyes did not miss the shifty way in which Fotios started when Kreios asked for details. Ah, so did he not want his intended victim to be known then? The male hid a smile. It was of no interest to him, whoever the unlucky target was, yet he found such information useful. He was loyal to no kingdom, despite being Taengean born. The kingdom of his birthplace had done nothing to help him upon the death of his parents, so he saw not why he should heap respect upon them.
No, he was loyal to himself. The political games they played did not interest him. He was simply amused at the show they provided. Entertainment, if you might.
Male. Tall. Bulky. Possible need for a higher dosage, but something subtle. It was all the information he needed. Kreios gave a swift nod, his dark eyes betraying nothing but that he had this in his hand. Letting the dark irises meet the Leventi's own ones, the merchant dipped his head in the maximum amount of respect a prideful one such as he would show. "I shall be in touch, Vitalis." he murmured, emphasis placed on the pseudo name Fotios had first used, in a manner Kreios hoped the lord caught on. Without another word, he pivoted on his heel and turned, his dark cloak billowing as he disappeared down the corridor back to the main entrance.
He was efficient, after all.
Efficient was his way of work. Kreios was satisfied once he heard of the lord's affirmation that the constant administration would not be an issue - he would not want his good name blemished simply because a lord could not follow instructions and decide to heap the blame on him. He placed a lot of stock and hard work into his wares, and did not need his long-standing reputation to be marred by a hoity-toity lord who thought himself above the laws of Gaea and Dionysus.
His dark eyes did not miss the shifty way in which Fotios started when Kreios asked for details. Ah, so did he not want his intended victim to be known then? The male hid a smile. It was of no interest to him, whoever the unlucky target was, yet he found such information useful. He was loyal to no kingdom, despite being Taengean born. The kingdom of his birthplace had done nothing to help him upon the death of his parents, so he saw not why he should heap respect upon them.
No, he was loyal to himself. The political games they played did not interest him. He was simply amused at the show they provided. Entertainment, if you might.
Male. Tall. Bulky. Possible need for a higher dosage, but something subtle. It was all the information he needed. Kreios gave a swift nod, his dark eyes betraying nothing but that he had this in his hand. Letting the dark irises meet the Leventi's own ones, the merchant dipped his head in the maximum amount of respect a prideful one such as he would show. "I shall be in touch, Vitalis." he murmured, emphasis placed on the pseudo name Fotios had first used, in a manner Kreios hoped the lord caught on. Without another word, he pivoted on his heel and turned, his dark cloak billowing as he disappeared down the corridor back to the main entrance.
