Eli
Eyes drift between the crowd of people that seemed to gravitate toward the man; praise and prays once saved for the gods now only saved for one god. It was people like these that first peaked her interest, they broke words of a prophet who has been resurrected a holy man that had been dead for many years.
Beverage of the tavern was known to loosen the lips of men as they filled their bellies full of ale. It was also common knowledge for those who spent enough time in a tavern, that’s when truth or in most cases the latest gossip spill like ale they consumed. Which would trace out from the cervices of their lips and droop downward.
It was the tale they regaled like all others that caught her attention and which she then proceeded to inject with some force. Drunkards usually never knew a threat when they saw it, even if it was wearing leather. After one made the mistake of attempting to shove the woman away, perhaps to fetch them some more wine they didn’t need that’s when she began applying the force.
Bodies flew, one landing onto a wooden table that collapsed under the amount of both force and weight. After a few swift punches, well timed flips and several painfully accurate kicks all that could be heard was groans of agony. Pain was also an efficient tool that could loosen lips.
“He better be where you say he is or next time, I won’t be as gentle.”
Argo galloped at full speed covering more ground than they usually did until the reached their destination. Of course that time in between involved cracking a few more heads, mostly young thugs looking to make a quick dinar. However when she reached the small village on the edge of Greece; all she had to do was follow the love.
“Eli, so the tales of your return are true after all.”