Find Antonius

You tuck the flier through your belt and head out of the room in search of Antonius. As you head back down the broad staircase two half naked hoplites laughing loudly start up to the second floor. Both are still carrying their swords, but their shields and most of their armor has been discarded and each is carrying what looks like a pillow casing filled with various items of value.

When they see you approaching both quiet and although they do no salute you, they appear suddenly embarrassed about their lack of discipline.

"You have ten more minutes men, and then you'd better remember where you dropped all your fucking gear and be ready to act like soldiers again!"

"Yes Captain!" One of the men responds reluctantly and the other soldier pointedly stares at his feet neither defying nor acknowledging your words. Under different circumstances you would not have let this attitude slide, but until you were sure of a few men who would back you up, you don't want to take the chance of repeated mutiny.

You walk by ignoring the pair as though they were beneath your notice and cast about for Antonius. He wasn't one of the six men who started the **** on the Lady and her daughter, and you don't remember him being one of the first to charge into the house looking for loot. Where would you be if you were him? A glance into the doorway to your left reveals the pretty **** that your men had cornered earlier was now servicing yet a different man Petros, one of your scouts, with her mouth. Her clothing was torn to shreds and her face was stained with cum, but she no longer looked terrified as she suckles on his swollen member. Petros’ face reddens considerably as he sees you – perhaps another man who at least has some remorse for his earlier disobedience.

“Ten more minutes, Petros then meet back in the gardens.” He nods in understanding, relieved that you did not berate him for his actions and then seizing the ****’s hair in his hands starts pumping in and out of her mouth with renewed vigor. “Oh” you add almost as an afterthought “Have you seen Antonius?”

“Try the office behind you sir,” he volunteers, I’m pretty sure he was heading that way when I saw this little beauty.” The girl was pretty, olive skinned with big breasts and wide dark eyes that were watching you the whole time you spoke to Petros. Not without regret you turn away once again as you try to figure out how to restore some authority to the chaos caused by your lapse in leadership earlier.

The door on the far side of the lobby is closed, but as you test the handle you find it is not locked. Inside Antonius is standing over the broad table and several dozen parchments, and papers are spread out before him. He watches you carefully as you step into the room, perhaps it is your imagination, but you sense he is either annoyed or disappointed in you. You can feel a slight surge of anger as you sense him judging you.

While Antonius of Tyre may be used to this kind of lifestyle, the closest you or your men have even been to a estate like this was on the outside of the gates as guards, who the fuck is he to be judging you? Even if he was right.

Despite all that baggage, you still will need his help and probably Sarge's as well if you have any chance to regain controll of your men.