Ezekiel had shed true tears. Leaving his Home Stone was not something easily done. Days have passed and he ordered this and that until they were all tired. But he worked side by side with the men, blood and sweat was given to their new home.
Later that evening he walked through the shallow beach waters. A deep breath was taken and then he felt one bite then another, blood clouds could be seen and he jumped out, something bit him, yet all he seen were fish. When he dropped to the sand checking his wounds he was lucky he still had feet, these particular fish could rip a man apart limb from limb, perfect defense thought the man that dealt with poisons.One of the men appeared and went to tell him about the crates but ordered a slave to tend his wounds.
¥E: What were you going to say?
M: We found a crate of very expensive wine. In Cyanni's things. What should we do with it?
¥E: Give it to Parisete, when the banks are completed and the vaults are in place, the crate will be put in there so when the young woman is finnaly companioned she will have a very special celebration.And if you think to switch the contents or the bottles, keep in mind we have our own and have tasted the wine.
¤An easy grin appeared on his face. The darkness of his eyes heightened his expression, lifting his hair up to be braided and fall down against his back he stood and limped towards the construction of the houses. Each house like a villa, some were simple cabins, others were more like cottages, they were here, just cleaned, washed down and made ready to be lived in.
Suddenly his head snapped when he heard crashing sounds and yelling then the faint sound of ringing steel, dispite his wound he sprinted that way with others. Snakes slithering around them, he noted their bands and it was only hiths, yet they two were not as docile as many believed them to be.
Hiths!! ¥Ezekiel shouted.
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