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The departure of the handful of people back to Colchis was not news heralded from every rooftop of Midas. In fact, as Magnus slipped discreetly into the streets of Vasiliadon, dressed very simply in a brown chiton that fell to his knees, and held up by a black leather belt and metal fastenings, he doubted anyone even knew that the crown prince of Colchis had left with everyone else. Everyone seemed abuzz instead, speaking of the arrival of the Egyptian delegate the day before, a spectacle most had seen happening at the ports of Vasiliadon. The commonfolk had yet to get wind of the fact that more had transpired since the day before - and Magnus had no intention of changing it.
The Agora was a place common to all kingdoms, regardless of the differences that the Aegean separated them with. As a place for traders and mercants alike, the place was a hotbed for gossip and trading of information, exactly the place Magnus wanted to be in. Plus, the fact that all the stalls and shops were open and bustling was an added incentive, for it meant the Master Informer could operate under the guise of searching for some morning grub as he strolled the streets.
Despite appearing laidback and quite unassuming, no one would guess how observant Magnus would be, but that was exactly why he had gained his status and job afterall. The man was a master at reading body language, signs and picking up on the emotions around the room. Add that to the fact that his usage of words could be twisted to encourage honesty, and it made him perform spectacularly as a Master Informer.
But more then that, Magnus had a more ulterior motive. He knew why Prince Vangelis had summoned him to Taengea. The Senate meet which had taken place just a barely a week ago had thrown all of Taengea in a chaos, and it was a tangle that involved the current King of the kingdom itself, who just so happened to be a friend of Vangelis. And because of that, the Crown Prince had seemed to take it upon himself to help the man... not that Magnus entirely agreed. The actions of the Colchian prince the day before would have surely dissolved the peace treaty between all kingdoms had it been discovered, but thankfully for them all - for now, at least - nothing seemed to have surface, save for the visiting Egyptian general.
So for now, he simply had to find out the brevity of truth behind the words thrown in accusation against Stephanos. Much of it came from the Prince Regeant himself, and while Magnus could not simply just waltz in to any house of nobility, he did have his few connections. Asking around slaves, retainers and servants alike had brought to his attention a figure Magnus would very much like to meet, and who would help greatly in the questions Magnus now had. And said figure has been said to appear at the Agora this morning.
Which was exactly where he waited.
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The departure of the handful of people back to Colchis was not news heralded from every rooftop of Midas. In fact, as Magnus slipped discreetly into the streets of Vasiliadon, dressed very simply in a brown chiton that fell to his knees, and held up by a black leather belt and metal fastenings, he doubted anyone even knew that the crown prince of Colchis had left with everyone else. Everyone seemed abuzz instead, speaking of the arrival of the Egyptian delegate the day before, a spectacle most had seen happening at the ports of Vasiliadon. The commonfolk had yet to get wind of the fact that more had transpired since the day before - and Magnus had no intention of changing it.
The Agora was a place common to all kingdoms, regardless of the differences that the Aegean separated them with. As a place for traders and mercants alike, the place was a hotbed for gossip and trading of information, exactly the place Magnus wanted to be in. Plus, the fact that all the stalls and shops were open and bustling was an added incentive, for it meant the Master Informer could operate under the guise of searching for some morning grub as he strolled the streets.
Despite appearing laidback and quite unassuming, no one would guess how observant Magnus would be, but that was exactly why he had gained his status and job afterall. The man was a master at reading body language, signs and picking up on the emotions around the room. Add that to the fact that his usage of words could be twisted to encourage honesty, and it made him perform spectacularly as a Master Informer.
But more then that, Magnus had a more ulterior motive. He knew why Prince Vangelis had summoned him to Taengea. The Senate meet which had taken place just a barely a week ago had thrown all of Taengea in a chaos, and it was a tangle that involved the current King of the kingdom itself, who just so happened to be a friend of Vangelis. And because of that, the Crown Prince had seemed to take it upon himself to help the man... not that Magnus entirely agreed. The actions of the Colchian prince the day before would have surely dissolved the peace treaty between all kingdoms had it been discovered, but thankfully for them all - for now, at least - nothing seemed to have surface, save for the visiting Egyptian general.
So for now, he simply had to find out the brevity of truth behind the words thrown in accusation against Stephanos. Much of it came from the Prince Regeant himself, and while Magnus could not simply just waltz in to any house of nobility, he did have his few connections. Asking around slaves, retainers and servants alike had brought to his attention a figure Magnus would very much like to meet, and who would help greatly in the questions Magnus now had. And said figure has been said to appear at the Agora this morning.
Which was exactly where he waited.
The departure of the handful of people back to Colchis was not news heralded from every rooftop of Midas. In fact, as Magnus slipped discreetly into the streets of Vasiliadon, dressed very simply in a brown chiton that fell to his knees, and held up by a black leather belt and metal fastenings, he doubted anyone even knew that the crown prince of Colchis had left with everyone else. Everyone seemed abuzz instead, speaking of the arrival of the Egyptian delegate the day before, a spectacle most had seen happening at the ports of Vasiliadon. The commonfolk had yet to get wind of the fact that more had transpired since the day before - and Magnus had no intention of changing it.
The Agora was a place common to all kingdoms, regardless of the differences that the Aegean separated them with. As a place for traders and mercants alike, the place was a hotbed for gossip and trading of information, exactly the place Magnus wanted to be in. Plus, the fact that all the stalls and shops were open and bustling was an added incentive, for it meant the Master Informer could operate under the guise of searching for some morning grub as he strolled the streets.
Despite appearing laidback and quite unassuming, no one would guess how observant Magnus would be, but that was exactly why he had gained his status and job afterall. The man was a master at reading body language, signs and picking up on the emotions around the room. Add that to the fact that his usage of words could be twisted to encourage honesty, and it made him perform spectacularly as a Master Informer.
But more then that, Magnus had a more ulterior motive. He knew why Prince Vangelis had summoned him to Taengea. The Senate meet which had taken place just a barely a week ago had thrown all of Taengea in a chaos, and it was a tangle that involved the current King of the kingdom itself, who just so happened to be a friend of Vangelis. And because of that, the Crown Prince had seemed to take it upon himself to help the man... not that Magnus entirely agreed. The actions of the Colchian prince the day before would have surely dissolved the peace treaty between all kingdoms had it been discovered, but thankfully for them all - for now, at least - nothing seemed to have surface, save for the visiting Egyptian general.
So for now, he simply had to find out the brevity of truth behind the words thrown in accusation against Stephanos. Much of it came from the Prince Regeant himself, and while Magnus could not simply just waltz in to any house of nobility, he did have his few connections. Asking around slaves, retainers and servants alike had brought to his attention a figure Magnus would very much like to meet, and who would help greatly in the questions Magnus now had. And said figure has been said to appear at the Agora this morning.
Which was exactly where he waited.
WIthout having anything to do, Achilleas’ habit of waking early was becoming a curse. The first couple of days, it had been a novelty, and he had lounged around in bed until he couldnt stand it any longer, but now, now he wished for something...anything. His head was a little foggy this morning, his resolution to avoid wine at the reception the day before falling by the wayside when he had returned to find Theo cosying up to the Crown Prince of Colchis, and when that god forsaken bard had opened his mouth.
Even with that, he had put his body through his usual regimen, making use of the courtyard before the sun got too hot, though he thought perhaps it had been wine he had sweated, and there was a mild headache pressing at his brow. Not usually given to drink, there had been more than one occasion over the past couple of weeks that had driven him to it, and honestly, Achilleas was looking forward more than anything to returning to Euttica and some semblance of normality.
The idea seemed somewhat threatened though, for normal was likely to shift fairly drastically with Theodora returning with him. And there was still the matter of the running of the barony to contend with. How long his father intended on punishing him he didn’t know, but it was wearing on his patience already, and it would be even more unpalatable when he was in Euttica and the reality of it staring him in the face.
The Lord Mikaalidas frowned, shot a sideways glance at Krysto who had suggested the distraction of the market when it became clear that his Commander’s heart was not really in sparring. The soldier had arrived from Euttica the day before, responding to a missive Achilleas had sent when he had heard of the Eygptian embassy but also fulfilling the duty of escort to the Lady Myrto.
Krysto had long been his friend, and Achilleas valued the man’s opinion. They had trained alongside, fought alongside, and the man had been in Egypt with him those years ago, so he was interested to hear what Krysto would make of their unprecedented diplomatic visit. With little time to speak with him yesterday between arguing with his father and then the reception, he intended to bring his Lieutenant up to speed then. Perhaps when the headache had abated.
As it was, he passed a disinterested glance over the various wares being hawked in the Agora. After his excursion to procure the bracelet for Theodora, he’d had rather his fill of shopping. Krysto however was more keen to find something to take home to his sweetheart, and so Achilleas left him to haggle over some filmy fabric and drifted onwards, one dark brow rising as he recognised the Colchian Master of Secrets amongst the crowds. He doubted somehow that the man was there for souvenirs alone, but it would be ungracious not to greet the man, and so with a slight sigh, Achilleas walked over, offering a dip of his head as he drew near enough for the man to look up.
“Master Magnus is it not? In the market for some of Taengea’s trinkets?”
The Lord Mikaelidas wore a perfect smile of welcome, well practiced and warm. It served him well in enough situations and he employed it now to disguise his slight wariness of the man before him. Achilleas was a plain speaking man, he cared not for the scheming and plotting of court, and here was an individual that made his living from it. Why was he here? The answer was obvious, but unsettling. Achilleas himself couldn’t claim to know what was truly going on in the Taengea court, but it irked him that this man presumed he could find out and he weighed him silently, even as the pleasant smile remained in place.
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WIthout having anything to do, Achilleas’ habit of waking early was becoming a curse. The first couple of days, it had been a novelty, and he had lounged around in bed until he couldnt stand it any longer, but now, now he wished for something...anything. His head was a little foggy this morning, his resolution to avoid wine at the reception the day before falling by the wayside when he had returned to find Theo cosying up to the Crown Prince of Colchis, and when that god forsaken bard had opened his mouth.
Even with that, he had put his body through his usual regimen, making use of the courtyard before the sun got too hot, though he thought perhaps it had been wine he had sweated, and there was a mild headache pressing at his brow. Not usually given to drink, there had been more than one occasion over the past couple of weeks that had driven him to it, and honestly, Achilleas was looking forward more than anything to returning to Euttica and some semblance of normality.
The idea seemed somewhat threatened though, for normal was likely to shift fairly drastically with Theodora returning with him. And there was still the matter of the running of the barony to contend with. How long his father intended on punishing him he didn’t know, but it was wearing on his patience already, and it would be even more unpalatable when he was in Euttica and the reality of it staring him in the face.
The Lord Mikaalidas frowned, shot a sideways glance at Krysto who had suggested the distraction of the market when it became clear that his Commander’s heart was not really in sparring. The soldier had arrived from Euttica the day before, responding to a missive Achilleas had sent when he had heard of the Eygptian embassy but also fulfilling the duty of escort to the Lady Myrto.
Krysto had long been his friend, and Achilleas valued the man’s opinion. They had trained alongside, fought alongside, and the man had been in Egypt with him those years ago, so he was interested to hear what Krysto would make of their unprecedented diplomatic visit. With little time to speak with him yesterday between arguing with his father and then the reception, he intended to bring his Lieutenant up to speed then. Perhaps when the headache had abated.
As it was, he passed a disinterested glance over the various wares being hawked in the Agora. After his excursion to procure the bracelet for Theodora, he’d had rather his fill of shopping. Krysto however was more keen to find something to take home to his sweetheart, and so Achilleas left him to haggle over some filmy fabric and drifted onwards, one dark brow rising as he recognised the Colchian Master of Secrets amongst the crowds. He doubted somehow that the man was there for souvenirs alone, but it would be ungracious not to greet the man, and so with a slight sigh, Achilleas walked over, offering a dip of his head as he drew near enough for the man to look up.
“Master Magnus is it not? In the market for some of Taengea’s trinkets?”
The Lord Mikaelidas wore a perfect smile of welcome, well practiced and warm. It served him well in enough situations and he employed it now to disguise his slight wariness of the man before him. Achilleas was a plain speaking man, he cared not for the scheming and plotting of court, and here was an individual that made his living from it. Why was he here? The answer was obvious, but unsettling. Achilleas himself couldn’t claim to know what was truly going on in the Taengea court, but it irked him that this man presumed he could find out and he weighed him silently, even as the pleasant smile remained in place.
WIthout having anything to do, Achilleas’ habit of waking early was becoming a curse. The first couple of days, it had been a novelty, and he had lounged around in bed until he couldnt stand it any longer, but now, now he wished for something...anything. His head was a little foggy this morning, his resolution to avoid wine at the reception the day before falling by the wayside when he had returned to find Theo cosying up to the Crown Prince of Colchis, and when that god forsaken bard had opened his mouth.
Even with that, he had put his body through his usual regimen, making use of the courtyard before the sun got too hot, though he thought perhaps it had been wine he had sweated, and there was a mild headache pressing at his brow. Not usually given to drink, there had been more than one occasion over the past couple of weeks that had driven him to it, and honestly, Achilleas was looking forward more than anything to returning to Euttica and some semblance of normality.
The idea seemed somewhat threatened though, for normal was likely to shift fairly drastically with Theodora returning with him. And there was still the matter of the running of the barony to contend with. How long his father intended on punishing him he didn’t know, but it was wearing on his patience already, and it would be even more unpalatable when he was in Euttica and the reality of it staring him in the face.
The Lord Mikaalidas frowned, shot a sideways glance at Krysto who had suggested the distraction of the market when it became clear that his Commander’s heart was not really in sparring. The soldier had arrived from Euttica the day before, responding to a missive Achilleas had sent when he had heard of the Eygptian embassy but also fulfilling the duty of escort to the Lady Myrto.
Krysto had long been his friend, and Achilleas valued the man’s opinion. They had trained alongside, fought alongside, and the man had been in Egypt with him those years ago, so he was interested to hear what Krysto would make of their unprecedented diplomatic visit. With little time to speak with him yesterday between arguing with his father and then the reception, he intended to bring his Lieutenant up to speed then. Perhaps when the headache had abated.
As it was, he passed a disinterested glance over the various wares being hawked in the Agora. After his excursion to procure the bracelet for Theodora, he’d had rather his fill of shopping. Krysto however was more keen to find something to take home to his sweetheart, and so Achilleas left him to haggle over some filmy fabric and drifted onwards, one dark brow rising as he recognised the Colchian Master of Secrets amongst the crowds. He doubted somehow that the man was there for souvenirs alone, but it would be ungracious not to greet the man, and so with a slight sigh, Achilleas walked over, offering a dip of his head as he drew near enough for the man to look up.
“Master Magnus is it not? In the market for some of Taengea’s trinkets?”
The Lord Mikaelidas wore a perfect smile of welcome, well practiced and warm. It served him well in enough situations and he employed it now to disguise his slight wariness of the man before him. Achilleas was a plain speaking man, he cared not for the scheming and plotting of court, and here was an individual that made his living from it. Why was he here? The answer was obvious, but unsettling. Achilleas himself couldn’t claim to know what was truly going on in the Taengea court, but it irked him that this man presumed he could find out and he weighed him silently, even as the pleasant smile remained in place.
Having purchase a newly baked pastry as he waited for his target, Magnus merely leaned against a wall as he watched, and sure enough Lord Achilleas soon appeared in the Agora, with accompaniment it seemed. If his sources were right, the man who came with the young Mikaelidas heir was a long-time friend of Achilleas who was also a soldier within a regiment he commanded, and that alone told Magnus that despite his totalitarian father, Lord Achilleas was a kinder man.... enough for Magnus to know that at least, he was not working with his father.
Deciding against approaching for now, Magnus merely watched as he finished up the rest of his warm, buttery pastry, his dark eyes following the movements of Achilleas and his companion. One of his 'friends'who just so happened to be a merchant within the Agora had told of Achilleas's earlier excursion to purchase a bracelet, which had afterward found itself in Lady Theodora's room. No surprise there, for the two was to be wed in less then two weeks time by now.
When their eyes finally met, Magnus's lips raised in a small smile, and he pushed off the wall he had been leaning on to give Achilleas a respectful bow from the waist as the man approached. "Indeed, m'lord. Some souveniers to bring home. My sister would appreciate them, as would a friend of mine." he murmured, smiling. It was no lie, for while Leto would not appreciate them per say, she would definitely need them. And a few things had caught his eye, reminding him of Iolanthe, and how she had enjoyed walking in the Agora the last time he had brought her. Surely she would not mind a reminder of the place they had taken their first trip together.
But that was not the whole reason why he was here.
"And you, Lord Achilleas?" he further continued, allowing a sense of easy conversation to fall over them as the chatter and noise of everyday chatter swirled around them. The practiced smile was one of decorum, the kind that Magnus - while used to - did not enjoy. For that meant whoever he was speaking to at the moment did not trust him enough to give him a smile, or that the situation did not warrant for one, and the smile given to him was merely one of propriety. Neither of which he wanted. What Magnus wanted was the truth. Whether Prince Irakles had orchestrated the fiasco which had resulted in Prince Vangelis almost needing to break the peace treaty in order to save the hide of the current Taengean King, that resulted in them all being adrift in the middle of the sea now, whilst he stayed in a kingdom he'd rather not be in now, to fnd information that would be pertinent to the Colchian crown prince.
"Things have not been... entirely calm in Taengea of late, has it not, Lord Achilleas?" Despite his suspicions, Magnus had no way of confirming of the Mikaelidas lord was in agreement with the plans Magnus suspected his father of having, and as such, the Master Informer needed to find more proof first. Many of the noble houses were places Magnus's informants could not get into, so this part of the plan required his own interference. "Has your father been taking it well? I know he has been a great help to the new King since the death of the late King Zenon."
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Having purchase a newly baked pastry as he waited for his target, Magnus merely leaned against a wall as he watched, and sure enough Lord Achilleas soon appeared in the Agora, with accompaniment it seemed. If his sources were right, the man who came with the young Mikaelidas heir was a long-time friend of Achilleas who was also a soldier within a regiment he commanded, and that alone told Magnus that despite his totalitarian father, Lord Achilleas was a kinder man.... enough for Magnus to know that at least, he was not working with his father.
Deciding against approaching for now, Magnus merely watched as he finished up the rest of his warm, buttery pastry, his dark eyes following the movements of Achilleas and his companion. One of his 'friends'who just so happened to be a merchant within the Agora had told of Achilleas's earlier excursion to purchase a bracelet, which had afterward found itself in Lady Theodora's room. No surprise there, for the two was to be wed in less then two weeks time by now.
When their eyes finally met, Magnus's lips raised in a small smile, and he pushed off the wall he had been leaning on to give Achilleas a respectful bow from the waist as the man approached. "Indeed, m'lord. Some souveniers to bring home. My sister would appreciate them, as would a friend of mine." he murmured, smiling. It was no lie, for while Leto would not appreciate them per say, she would definitely need them. And a few things had caught his eye, reminding him of Iolanthe, and how she had enjoyed walking in the Agora the last time he had brought her. Surely she would not mind a reminder of the place they had taken their first trip together.
But that was not the whole reason why he was here.
"And you, Lord Achilleas?" he further continued, allowing a sense of easy conversation to fall over them as the chatter and noise of everyday chatter swirled around them. The practiced smile was one of decorum, the kind that Magnus - while used to - did not enjoy. For that meant whoever he was speaking to at the moment did not trust him enough to give him a smile, or that the situation did not warrant for one, and the smile given to him was merely one of propriety. Neither of which he wanted. What Magnus wanted was the truth. Whether Prince Irakles had orchestrated the fiasco which had resulted in Prince Vangelis almost needing to break the peace treaty in order to save the hide of the current Taengean King, that resulted in them all being adrift in the middle of the sea now, whilst he stayed in a kingdom he'd rather not be in now, to fnd information that would be pertinent to the Colchian crown prince.
"Things have not been... entirely calm in Taengea of late, has it not, Lord Achilleas?" Despite his suspicions, Magnus had no way of confirming of the Mikaelidas lord was in agreement with the plans Magnus suspected his father of having, and as such, the Master Informer needed to find more proof first. Many of the noble houses were places Magnus's informants could not get into, so this part of the plan required his own interference. "Has your father been taking it well? I know he has been a great help to the new King since the death of the late King Zenon."
Having purchase a newly baked pastry as he waited for his target, Magnus merely leaned against a wall as he watched, and sure enough Lord Achilleas soon appeared in the Agora, with accompaniment it seemed. If his sources were right, the man who came with the young Mikaelidas heir was a long-time friend of Achilleas who was also a soldier within a regiment he commanded, and that alone told Magnus that despite his totalitarian father, Lord Achilleas was a kinder man.... enough for Magnus to know that at least, he was not working with his father.
Deciding against approaching for now, Magnus merely watched as he finished up the rest of his warm, buttery pastry, his dark eyes following the movements of Achilleas and his companion. One of his 'friends'who just so happened to be a merchant within the Agora had told of Achilleas's earlier excursion to purchase a bracelet, which had afterward found itself in Lady Theodora's room. No surprise there, for the two was to be wed in less then two weeks time by now.
When their eyes finally met, Magnus's lips raised in a small smile, and he pushed off the wall he had been leaning on to give Achilleas a respectful bow from the waist as the man approached. "Indeed, m'lord. Some souveniers to bring home. My sister would appreciate them, as would a friend of mine." he murmured, smiling. It was no lie, for while Leto would not appreciate them per say, she would definitely need them. And a few things had caught his eye, reminding him of Iolanthe, and how she had enjoyed walking in the Agora the last time he had brought her. Surely she would not mind a reminder of the place they had taken their first trip together.
But that was not the whole reason why he was here.
"And you, Lord Achilleas?" he further continued, allowing a sense of easy conversation to fall over them as the chatter and noise of everyday chatter swirled around them. The practiced smile was one of decorum, the kind that Magnus - while used to - did not enjoy. For that meant whoever he was speaking to at the moment did not trust him enough to give him a smile, or that the situation did not warrant for one, and the smile given to him was merely one of propriety. Neither of which he wanted. What Magnus wanted was the truth. Whether Prince Irakles had orchestrated the fiasco which had resulted in Prince Vangelis almost needing to break the peace treaty in order to save the hide of the current Taengean King, that resulted in them all being adrift in the middle of the sea now, whilst he stayed in a kingdom he'd rather not be in now, to fnd information that would be pertinent to the Colchian crown prince.
"Things have not been... entirely calm in Taengea of late, has it not, Lord Achilleas?" Despite his suspicions, Magnus had no way of confirming of the Mikaelidas lord was in agreement with the plans Magnus suspected his father of having, and as such, the Master Informer needed to find more proof first. Many of the noble houses were places Magnus's informants could not get into, so this part of the plan required his own interference. "Has your father been taking it well? I know he has been a great help to the new King since the death of the late King Zenon."
Achilleas did know much of the Colchian man beyonh his reputation, truth be told. But that in itself was enough to set him on his guard, despite Magnus’ easy manner. His response to the man’s question deliberately gave away a little, though he made sure to appear more at ease than he felt as he stood across from the master informer, arms folded behind his back, the remnants of his welcoming smile still on his lips.
“ With a friend also wishing to buy souvenirs for those he’s left behind” Achilleas said jerking his head vaguely in the direction of where he had left Krysto. The movement set his headache off again and he cursed ever having drank anything the night before. How Emilios did it he would never know, he just knew it did not agree with him.
The next words that came from the mouth of the Colchian had his attention sharpen, the Lord Mikaelidas a little surprised at so direct a question, if indeed it were a question, and not just a statement of observation. Achilleas’ brows rose a fraction and he looked at Magnus trying to read the intent on the man’s face, which of course proved a fruitless endeavour.
“The death of a Regent is always unsettling but the Taengean peoples are a resilient one” he said mildly, casting his eyes about them. The current state of the Kingdom was not something he wanted to discuss in the Agora of al places, where whispers were spun into gossip faster than the weavers could spin their silks.There was much that Achilleas did not know, but some that he did, and he would not have it said that he had been loose lipped with a spy from another Kingdom, peace treaty or no.
Magnus’s next question was enough to have the Lord make up his mind that he needed to extricate himself from this conversation sooner rather than later. His father was a particularly sore spot just then, and Achilleas did not trust himself enough not to let it show on his face or in his answers. In a brief moment of paranoia, he wondered if the man before him already knew of the discord between he and the Prince, if it were so obvious,but Achilleas told himself he was being stupid. He smiled thinly.
“It is kind of you to enquire after my father. I’ll be sure to pass on your regards” Achilleas replied, not blinking as he held the man’s gaze. “He has of course been doing his best to support the family at such a trying time, and that includes my cousin Stephanos” This was already skirting on dangerous territory, and the elder son of Irakles could feel his pulse quicken a little. Magnus knew something, he was sure, but what, he could not be certain of. The events of the Senate meet were no secret, but his wording reminded Achilleas of when he had seen Stephanos, when his cousin had asked him what he thought of his father’s ‘help’ when it was clear he saw it as anything but. Wanting to redirect the conversation, he spoke up in return. “Your Prince is close with King Stephanos though, so I am sure you know this anyway.” It was gently testing, because if Achilleas knew his cousin at all, then there would have been nothing complimentary said about the Prince. Indeed, even Achilleas himself had been forced to confront the suspicion that there might be some grain of truth in the unpleasant things Theodora had said, the fears that her sister had spoken of. It made the Lord supremely uncomfortable, and he looked around for Krysto, for an excuse to break off this conversation. “Do not let me keep you from your browsing though, Master Magnus. I imagine you will be off home soon? Certainly before you have known all Taengea has to offer” It was said with an expansive wave of an arm toward the myriad stalls, another lift of Achilleas’ eyebrows as he gave the other man an opportunity to take his leave.He found himself suddenly keen to depart the Agora, Krystos would just have to do his shopping some other time.
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Achilleas did know much of the Colchian man beyonh his reputation, truth be told. But that in itself was enough to set him on his guard, despite Magnus’ easy manner. His response to the man’s question deliberately gave away a little, though he made sure to appear more at ease than he felt as he stood across from the master informer, arms folded behind his back, the remnants of his welcoming smile still on his lips.
“ With a friend also wishing to buy souvenirs for those he’s left behind” Achilleas said jerking his head vaguely in the direction of where he had left Krysto. The movement set his headache off again and he cursed ever having drank anything the night before. How Emilios did it he would never know, he just knew it did not agree with him.
The next words that came from the mouth of the Colchian had his attention sharpen, the Lord Mikaelidas a little surprised at so direct a question, if indeed it were a question, and not just a statement of observation. Achilleas’ brows rose a fraction and he looked at Magnus trying to read the intent on the man’s face, which of course proved a fruitless endeavour.
“The death of a Regent is always unsettling but the Taengean peoples are a resilient one” he said mildly, casting his eyes about them. The current state of the Kingdom was not something he wanted to discuss in the Agora of al places, where whispers were spun into gossip faster than the weavers could spin their silks.There was much that Achilleas did not know, but some that he did, and he would not have it said that he had been loose lipped with a spy from another Kingdom, peace treaty or no.
Magnus’s next question was enough to have the Lord make up his mind that he needed to extricate himself from this conversation sooner rather than later. His father was a particularly sore spot just then, and Achilleas did not trust himself enough not to let it show on his face or in his answers. In a brief moment of paranoia, he wondered if the man before him already knew of the discord between he and the Prince, if it were so obvious,but Achilleas told himself he was being stupid. He smiled thinly.
“It is kind of you to enquire after my father. I’ll be sure to pass on your regards” Achilleas replied, not blinking as he held the man’s gaze. “He has of course been doing his best to support the family at such a trying time, and that includes my cousin Stephanos” This was already skirting on dangerous territory, and the elder son of Irakles could feel his pulse quicken a little. Magnus knew something, he was sure, but what, he could not be certain of. The events of the Senate meet were no secret, but his wording reminded Achilleas of when he had seen Stephanos, when his cousin had asked him what he thought of his father’s ‘help’ when it was clear he saw it as anything but. Wanting to redirect the conversation, he spoke up in return. “Your Prince is close with King Stephanos though, so I am sure you know this anyway.” It was gently testing, because if Achilleas knew his cousin at all, then there would have been nothing complimentary said about the Prince. Indeed, even Achilleas himself had been forced to confront the suspicion that there might be some grain of truth in the unpleasant things Theodora had said, the fears that her sister had spoken of. It made the Lord supremely uncomfortable, and he looked around for Krysto, for an excuse to break off this conversation. “Do not let me keep you from your browsing though, Master Magnus. I imagine you will be off home soon? Certainly before you have known all Taengea has to offer” It was said with an expansive wave of an arm toward the myriad stalls, another lift of Achilleas’ eyebrows as he gave the other man an opportunity to take his leave.He found himself suddenly keen to depart the Agora, Krystos would just have to do his shopping some other time.
Achilleas did know much of the Colchian man beyonh his reputation, truth be told. But that in itself was enough to set him on his guard, despite Magnus’ easy manner. His response to the man’s question deliberately gave away a little, though he made sure to appear more at ease than he felt as he stood across from the master informer, arms folded behind his back, the remnants of his welcoming smile still on his lips.
“ With a friend also wishing to buy souvenirs for those he’s left behind” Achilleas said jerking his head vaguely in the direction of where he had left Krysto. The movement set his headache off again and he cursed ever having drank anything the night before. How Emilios did it he would never know, he just knew it did not agree with him.
The next words that came from the mouth of the Colchian had his attention sharpen, the Lord Mikaelidas a little surprised at so direct a question, if indeed it were a question, and not just a statement of observation. Achilleas’ brows rose a fraction and he looked at Magnus trying to read the intent on the man’s face, which of course proved a fruitless endeavour.
“The death of a Regent is always unsettling but the Taengean peoples are a resilient one” he said mildly, casting his eyes about them. The current state of the Kingdom was not something he wanted to discuss in the Agora of al places, where whispers were spun into gossip faster than the weavers could spin their silks.There was much that Achilleas did not know, but some that he did, and he would not have it said that he had been loose lipped with a spy from another Kingdom, peace treaty or no.
Magnus’s next question was enough to have the Lord make up his mind that he needed to extricate himself from this conversation sooner rather than later. His father was a particularly sore spot just then, and Achilleas did not trust himself enough not to let it show on his face or in his answers. In a brief moment of paranoia, he wondered if the man before him already knew of the discord between he and the Prince, if it were so obvious,but Achilleas told himself he was being stupid. He smiled thinly.
“It is kind of you to enquire after my father. I’ll be sure to pass on your regards” Achilleas replied, not blinking as he held the man’s gaze. “He has of course been doing his best to support the family at such a trying time, and that includes my cousin Stephanos” This was already skirting on dangerous territory, and the elder son of Irakles could feel his pulse quicken a little. Magnus knew something, he was sure, but what, he could not be certain of. The events of the Senate meet were no secret, but his wording reminded Achilleas of when he had seen Stephanos, when his cousin had asked him what he thought of his father’s ‘help’ when it was clear he saw it as anything but. Wanting to redirect the conversation, he spoke up in return. “Your Prince is close with King Stephanos though, so I am sure you know this anyway.” It was gently testing, because if Achilleas knew his cousin at all, then there would have been nothing complimentary said about the Prince. Indeed, even Achilleas himself had been forced to confront the suspicion that there might be some grain of truth in the unpleasant things Theodora had said, the fears that her sister had spoken of. It made the Lord supremely uncomfortable, and he looked around for Krysto, for an excuse to break off this conversation. “Do not let me keep you from your browsing though, Master Magnus. I imagine you will be off home soon? Certainly before you have known all Taengea has to offer” It was said with an expansive wave of an arm toward the myriad stalls, another lift of Achilleas’ eyebrows as he gave the other man an opportunity to take his leave.He found himself suddenly keen to depart the Agora, Krystos would just have to do his shopping some other time.
Magnus chuckled, the idea of buying souvenirs for those they've left behind. But the motion did not mean he missed the way the soft curse left the young Mikaelidas man's mouth, and how his head-jerk seemed somewhat incomplete, as if the motion hurt him. A headache? That wasn't common... unless of course, previous nights had been one that involved alcohol.
Filing that information away in his head, Magnus raised a brow again at Achilleas's next words. "The death of a King, you mean? King Zenon and Crown Prince Zacharias's death was tragic, for sure, but Vasiliadon at least, seems to have recovered." he knew of the silence within the Agora and the markets, and the fear that ran like an undercurrent throughout the Taengeans for weeks after the occurence. It is only of late, that the people have managed to resume regular activities again, as far as Magnus's informants have told him.
That Achilleas would be so up in arms when he inquired about the Prince and current assistant to the young King had Magnus's mind working like clockwork. Last he's heard, a motion passed within a Senate meet just a few days back had, according to some of his noble friends, seen Lord Achilleas withholding his vote in favor of his father's, a matter that was sure to not go down well between father and son. He had further confirmed, in between kisses with a young and nubile housemaid of the Mikaelidas household, that the Prince had sent missives to both sons after, and had received a visit from the eldest shortly after. The eldest had not been happy as he left, and that was enough for Magnus to draw his own conclusions.
"I am unsurprised to hear Prince Irakles have been a great help to King Stephanos. The man's wisdom and greatness as a General of the Taengean armies is heard of even in Colchis, so I am sure his help is immeasurable at this time." It was no lie. In terms of reputation, General Irakles had been known to be a most formidable enemy and the greatest of his time, winning many a war for Taengea until his own brother instructed his return to Taengean soil. As stories would tell, Irakles had not been happy... the results of such unhappiness though, Magnus was left to draw his own conclusions.
Leaving the question of how close Prince Vangelis was to Stephanos unanswered, Magnus simply offered Achilleas a neutral smile, before the man continued his words.
"Soon, one should hope. I have some unfinished business back in Colchis which I hope to wrap up quickly, but I have a few weeks here yet to finalize my matters here. Prince Vangelis had asked of me to remain here in order to pass on my felicitations to your impending wedding, Lord Achilleas." A small bow accompanied his congratulations, polished in his manners as always. The dark-haired Master Informer's eyes glittered with sincerity in the offer of good wishes for the Mikaelidas male's wedding. "Indeed, the Agora provides much opportunity for one to know of Taengea, and I am eager to explore the rest of it. Do not let me keep you from your browswing as well, m'lord. Perhaps, a little something for your bride would make her day."
With a final bow, the man stepped a few steps back, and turned to melt into the crowd. It was a brief interlude, but one that told Magnus a host of information. That Achilleas seemed guarded was enough to tell Magnus that there was more to the man then he let on, and that suspicion was probably well founded.
Making a mental note to further ask that young, nubile Mikaelidas maid on further interaction, Magnus now headed off to meet with a few barons who had remained in Vasiliadon lingering for information. The man needed all he could get right now.
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Magnus chuckled, the idea of buying souvenirs for those they've left behind. But the motion did not mean he missed the way the soft curse left the young Mikaelidas man's mouth, and how his head-jerk seemed somewhat incomplete, as if the motion hurt him. A headache? That wasn't common... unless of course, previous nights had been one that involved alcohol.
Filing that information away in his head, Magnus raised a brow again at Achilleas's next words. "The death of a King, you mean? King Zenon and Crown Prince Zacharias's death was tragic, for sure, but Vasiliadon at least, seems to have recovered." he knew of the silence within the Agora and the markets, and the fear that ran like an undercurrent throughout the Taengeans for weeks after the occurence. It is only of late, that the people have managed to resume regular activities again, as far as Magnus's informants have told him.
That Achilleas would be so up in arms when he inquired about the Prince and current assistant to the young King had Magnus's mind working like clockwork. Last he's heard, a motion passed within a Senate meet just a few days back had, according to some of his noble friends, seen Lord Achilleas withholding his vote in favor of his father's, a matter that was sure to not go down well between father and son. He had further confirmed, in between kisses with a young and nubile housemaid of the Mikaelidas household, that the Prince had sent missives to both sons after, and had received a visit from the eldest shortly after. The eldest had not been happy as he left, and that was enough for Magnus to draw his own conclusions.
"I am unsurprised to hear Prince Irakles have been a great help to King Stephanos. The man's wisdom and greatness as a General of the Taengean armies is heard of even in Colchis, so I am sure his help is immeasurable at this time." It was no lie. In terms of reputation, General Irakles had been known to be a most formidable enemy and the greatest of his time, winning many a war for Taengea until his own brother instructed his return to Taengean soil. As stories would tell, Irakles had not been happy... the results of such unhappiness though, Magnus was left to draw his own conclusions.
Leaving the question of how close Prince Vangelis was to Stephanos unanswered, Magnus simply offered Achilleas a neutral smile, before the man continued his words.
"Soon, one should hope. I have some unfinished business back in Colchis which I hope to wrap up quickly, but I have a few weeks here yet to finalize my matters here. Prince Vangelis had asked of me to remain here in order to pass on my felicitations to your impending wedding, Lord Achilleas." A small bow accompanied his congratulations, polished in his manners as always. The dark-haired Master Informer's eyes glittered with sincerity in the offer of good wishes for the Mikaelidas male's wedding. "Indeed, the Agora provides much opportunity for one to know of Taengea, and I am eager to explore the rest of it. Do not let me keep you from your browswing as well, m'lord. Perhaps, a little something for your bride would make her day."
With a final bow, the man stepped a few steps back, and turned to melt into the crowd. It was a brief interlude, but one that told Magnus a host of information. That Achilleas seemed guarded was enough to tell Magnus that there was more to the man then he let on, and that suspicion was probably well founded.
Making a mental note to further ask that young, nubile Mikaelidas maid on further interaction, Magnus now headed off to meet with a few barons who had remained in Vasiliadon lingering for information. The man needed all he could get right now.
Magnus chuckled, the idea of buying souvenirs for those they've left behind. But the motion did not mean he missed the way the soft curse left the young Mikaelidas man's mouth, and how his head-jerk seemed somewhat incomplete, as if the motion hurt him. A headache? That wasn't common... unless of course, previous nights had been one that involved alcohol.
Filing that information away in his head, Magnus raised a brow again at Achilleas's next words. "The death of a King, you mean? King Zenon and Crown Prince Zacharias's death was tragic, for sure, but Vasiliadon at least, seems to have recovered." he knew of the silence within the Agora and the markets, and the fear that ran like an undercurrent throughout the Taengeans for weeks after the occurence. It is only of late, that the people have managed to resume regular activities again, as far as Magnus's informants have told him.
That Achilleas would be so up in arms when he inquired about the Prince and current assistant to the young King had Magnus's mind working like clockwork. Last he's heard, a motion passed within a Senate meet just a few days back had, according to some of his noble friends, seen Lord Achilleas withholding his vote in favor of his father's, a matter that was sure to not go down well between father and son. He had further confirmed, in between kisses with a young and nubile housemaid of the Mikaelidas household, that the Prince had sent missives to both sons after, and had received a visit from the eldest shortly after. The eldest had not been happy as he left, and that was enough for Magnus to draw his own conclusions.
"I am unsurprised to hear Prince Irakles have been a great help to King Stephanos. The man's wisdom and greatness as a General of the Taengean armies is heard of even in Colchis, so I am sure his help is immeasurable at this time." It was no lie. In terms of reputation, General Irakles had been known to be a most formidable enemy and the greatest of his time, winning many a war for Taengea until his own brother instructed his return to Taengean soil. As stories would tell, Irakles had not been happy... the results of such unhappiness though, Magnus was left to draw his own conclusions.
Leaving the question of how close Prince Vangelis was to Stephanos unanswered, Magnus simply offered Achilleas a neutral smile, before the man continued his words.
"Soon, one should hope. I have some unfinished business back in Colchis which I hope to wrap up quickly, but I have a few weeks here yet to finalize my matters here. Prince Vangelis had asked of me to remain here in order to pass on my felicitations to your impending wedding, Lord Achilleas." A small bow accompanied his congratulations, polished in his manners as always. The dark-haired Master Informer's eyes glittered with sincerity in the offer of good wishes for the Mikaelidas male's wedding. "Indeed, the Agora provides much opportunity for one to know of Taengea, and I am eager to explore the rest of it. Do not let me keep you from your browswing as well, m'lord. Perhaps, a little something for your bride would make her day."
With a final bow, the man stepped a few steps back, and turned to melt into the crowd. It was a brief interlude, but one that told Magnus a host of information. That Achilleas seemed guarded was enough to tell Magnus that there was more to the man then he let on, and that suspicion was probably well founded.
Making a mental note to further ask that young, nubile Mikaelidas maid on further interaction, Magnus now headed off to meet with a few barons who had remained in Vasiliadon lingering for information. The man needed all he could get right now.