What doesn't kill you
01-09-2016, 06:42 PM
To say he was surprised by the appearance of Bacchus was an understatement. When the man had insisted he take his leave to go back to land he struggled to remember Basileus had resigned himself to the very real possibility that his new acquaintance - who still wasn't in the best of shape - was likely to fall into a hole somewhere and never been seen again. While he had been reluctant to let Bacchus do so, who was he to stop him? So they'd parted ways and life for Basileus had gone back to normal. While he didn't understand the statement word for word Basileus got the gist of what Bacchus told him in english. "Good. Sono contento per te." The next statement, however, was a little harder to follow. Basileus quickly got lost. Exasperated, he said in good humor, "Dai! Parla piano, per favore." As he tried to decipher what had been said to him the brute slowly seated himself before his friend. From past conversations with the man he recognized the name of Bacchus' homeland. It took him a few moments to work through it, but at last he came to the conclusion that he was being asked why exactly he was here of all places. Basileus had never told Bacchus what exactly he did for a living, although he was sure the brute could guess since it was a not-so-secret secret. Even in the beginning when he'd wondered if the man was an injured kinsman the thought of revealing himself had never crossed his mind. It simply wasn't done. And even now, as far from home as he was, he had no intention of speaking the truth in its entirety. He shrugged and leveled a meaningful gaze at Bacchus, before replying, "I look for someone." |