The soothsayer smiled at the girl's words. "Well Oriana, we will see how you can help me to aid Octavian. I'm looking forward to see what you have to offer me, and by extent him. Tell me, what is it you are skilled in? Or rather, who do you favor as your patron among the Olympians?"


If he was to be around these new 'priestesses' he would learn what he could of them. This one especially intrigued him, her eagerness to take part in Octavian's cause was appreciated, even if it was perhaps a little too close to hero worship for his taste. Still, such a comrade could be more than useful for what their master might make of Rome, if it could indeed survive the coming storm. The Etruscan was pulled from his thoughts as the shipmaster and his first man began shouting orders to depart, their cargo loaded and secure. Oarsmen took their positions and began their steady pace, each and every man working in time to move the vessel out into deeper waters. Soon the sails would be dropped, and they would be on their way to Athens. Cuinte ran a hand against his book as he thought to himself, he would open one of the livestock and see what awaited them, in time though. For now he was content to watch the land slowly shrink away into nothingness before the vastness of the sea.