[b]Road to Knowledge[/b]

She had been expecting to be with the XIX legion in Gaul, not all the way back here in Rome. She had felt like she outstayed her welcome long enough; why was she still in Rome and not with the Germanic peoples whom she gave favor to? Well, she wouldn't have been with them even if she was with the XIX legion at the moment, but at least it was somewhat closer. 

Oh well.

With an air that was unmistakably one that held a bit of disdain, Amelia gave Quinte a look before turning back to the dock, knowing that if there was an enemy (that she could handle, who knew what she would have to do if she had to fight a ship) she would have to fight on the deck against any last minute assassins. From there, it would just be up to her fellow war maiden of Odin and her creatures of the sea to see them safely to Athens, where potential danger was abound once more. 

All she hoped was that she would get a chance to do something other than struggle as the ship sank and that Quinte wouldn't charge himself into trouble and make their job needlessly harder than it was.