Company
Mytros is a strange town. Everyone is so busy, they walk around not looking at you or even stopping to say hello and when they do interact with you they spit at your feet and shout profanity.
The Amazons had been kind to Braz warning him of what was ahead. It felt like maybe this was because of their own exile and the tension at home. They did not go into great depth but the sadness of those away from home for a greater cause was evident to Braz. Although not expecting kindness, the fear ebbing through the streets that filled Braz’s head was a shock
Fear of strangers and others, fear of poverty, fear of the king, fear of the guards, fear of the war and death. It was a relief to be welcomed to the Siren's Roost and cared for, although it felt like the hospitality here was only as deep as your pockets.
The Siren’s Roost confounded Braz. That a place where people came for companionship and sex should be needed to help with loneliness in a city with so many people made him sad. Home was small and far away and for sure he didn’t get on with everyone (just think about Uncle Borborygmos) but he never felt lonely and although love took its time to blossom the villages of the mountains were covered in love as the meadows were covered in wildflowers.
Braz spent his time resting. Although company was offered he chose to spend it waiting. For what he didn’t know. The prophecy still needed to be followed but if there was anywhere in the whole of Thylea that needed saving it was this godforsaken city.
He could not help but think about the rumours he had heard in the day he had been here - of slave drivers beating and binding his kin in a twisted oath and forcing them to work and fight. His eyes rose up towards the gleaming hillside - all this happening under the watch of kings and gods.