The one on your right

Picking the street to your right, you set out towards it, paying little attention to the bodies lying scattered around you as you move. You’ve been to Athenapolis before, and feel pretty confident that this route will lead through the less savoury parts of town right into the heart of city, meaning that you’ll get to bypass most of the defences on your way to the really fat prizes. Poor people usually don’t get a lot of protection, that much you know, and they don’t get much in the way attention from looting soldiers either, so you’re relatively certain that this route will offer the easiest way to the real riches. And you got to admit that it’d be quite fulfilling to steal the big prizes from out under those riders’ brown little noses.

Still, it might be a good idea to go in with a little backup, you decide, and so stop in the middle of the street. Turning around you see three other Galatians coming up behind you, no doubt having heard of you and decided that you might be a good man to join up with in the looting of Athenapolis.

Among the three men coming up to join you is the axe-wielder whose life you saved earlier on, and he looks as if he’s almost as experienced as you, with his massive axe being something which might just come in handy in various situations that might arise during your journey to the city’s centre. Apart from his weapon, the man is equipped with a gladius sheathed into his belt and leather armour covering his torso and upper arms while a helmet rests on his head.

The other two men look a lot younger and greener, and you guess that neither of them is older than twenty years of age, if that even, with one of them carrying a sword and shield just like you, although his sword is smaller, and the other is equipped with spear and shield.

“I’m Brennus,” you greet the trio as they form up in front of you.

“Crixus,” the man with the axe nods his head at you.

“Ducarius” and “Acco” is the name with which the two younger men introduce themselves, and you nod in recognition of them before turning around and heading down the street again, this time with your three companions following close behind you.

Due to your experience and status, you’ve been allotted four slaves from the city’s population, either to keep for yourself or to sell in the grand **** auction that will take place once the city has been occupied and pacified, and you’re eager to secure your part of the city’s riches.

“How many women?” You ask the others.

“Three,” Crixus responds, and you look back to see that a thin smile has shaped under his bushy brown moustache.

“Eh… one,” Ducarius says, needing a few seconds to figure out what you’re talking about, with Acco soon adding “Me too”.

“Don’t worry boys,” you assure the two youngsters, “we’ll find you some women that are worth a dozen ordinary ones."

You hear Crixus chuckle as you lead your party deeper into the narrow streets of the lesser fashionable parts of Athenapolis.