Alexo drank from another mug of wine, swaying in his seat with a very inebriated smile.
"Well...that sure is a lot." Herodotos said, looking in much the same condition.
Alexo nodded.
"It is what it is." Alexo replied.
Herodotos smirked and nodded.
"I like that phrase. I might steal it." He replied.
"Go right ahead." Alexo joked.
They both laughed loudly.
Glaphyra made her way to the table, putting down a large piece of wood covered in a large spread of food. Meat, grapes, fruit, bread, and cheese covering the wooden board.
"I thought you two were quite hungry." She said with a smile.
"You assumed correctly sweetie. Thank you." Herodotos said and smiled.
She gave a subtle bow and went off to the kitchen, cleaning the mess she made.
Alexo looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
"Come sit with us. You deserve to enjoy the food you made." Alexo said.
Herodotos was drinking his wine, but then stopped and stared at Alexo.
She looked back surprised by the offer, turning to look at her Father.
"Is that alright with you Father?" She asked.
He sighed and looked over his shoulder at her.
"Yes sweetie. Come join us." He said.
Glaphyra smiled wide and made her way over, sitting at the table between the two men.
Alexo smiled at her while Herodotos had his gaze stuck on Alexo.
"So, how is it?" She asked excitedly.
Alexo took a piece of meat, bread, and cheese. He shoved them all into his mouth at once, swallowing it together with a smile.
"All of it is delicious." He replied.
Glaphyra blushed and smiled before she took some of the grapes and cheese to snack on, only taking very small bites of each piece.
"What are you doing in our city?" Herodotos asked.
Alexo now turned to face him.
"I am traveling. I am looking for one city in particular." Alexo replied.
"And what city is that?" Herodotos asked.
"He's looking-" Glaphyra started.
"I asked him, not you." Herodotos cut her off, making her shrink in her seat while she continued to nibble at her food.
Alexo quickly moved his gaze back and forth between them.
"I am looking for the Phylians. They are responsible for violence that I wish to bring to an end." Alexo said.
Herodotos chuckled, drinking more wine.
"They don't take kind to...unwanted travelers." He replied.
Alexo leaned forward curiously.
"You know them?" Alexo asked.
"I do business for them. Help their royalty and army with injuries, but my heart and honor stays with this city. My people. Making some money from others doesn't hurt though." Herodotos replied.
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Alexo
FantasyIn Ancient Greece, there are hundreds of stories telling of heroes and monsters. Gods and Demons. But one has been lost to time, erased from history due to the circumstances surrounding his existence and his gifts.
