Description: A short, stocky older man, still quick of eye and broad of shoulder despite his gray hair. He has especially large, calloused hands. He dresses in rich but practical clothing at all times.

Name: Argus

Sex: Male

Age: 58

Equipment: Argus' wife made him promise to carry a [i]dory[/i] spear with him throughout the quest. In addition, he carries a few simple tools with him, used for running repairs: a heavy hammer (his preferred weapon), a small saw, a length of rope (for measurements), a small knife, and a sanding stone. 

Personality: Argus is gruff and brutally honest; if he does not like you it will be no secret. As a man with a long and varied life he expects to be respected and listened to. However, if he is shown that courtesy, he will do everything he can to be useful and loyal to the group. Argus will not hesitate to endanger himself for the sake of others, nor does he hesitate to speak truth to power.

Bio: Born to a wealthy and prominent family of shipwrights (under permanent contract to the kings of Iolcus), Argus began learning the trade from the tender age of five. Engineering, mathematics, seamanship- all were skills he was expected to master as the scion of the family. And master him he did, as well as having a small taste of war while serving as a hoplite. Argus eventually came to surpass his father and grandfather in skill, becoming renowned as the best shipwright in all Greece. There were new contracts for tiremes, other warships, and soon his coffers were overflowing. He married well, trained several skilled apprentices, and began to enjoy life, taking several pleasure cruises with his wife and living in a gorgeous seaside villa. Eventually, Aeson contracted a flagship for his fleet. The project interested Argus, and he took personal charge of it. The resulting penteconter, named the [i]Argo[/i], was considered the finest and most advanced ship in all of Greece. Argus himself couldn't be sure, but some of the greatest innovations came to him in dreams and visions- perhaps aid from Athena. Satisfied, Argus looked on his work. This, truly, would be his legacy.

But then Aeson grew ill, and Jason called for heroes to sail upon the [i]Argo[/i]. Argus watched, dumbstruck, as the living legends began to show up. Bellerophon, Nestor, Acastus, Telamon, Orpheus, even the godlike Heracles himself- all came, ready and eager to sail. These men had names that would live forever. Despite his wealth and fame, Argus was a mere footnote next to them. There was no glory to his name. 

In a rash heartbeat, the decision was made. Argus stepped forwards, standing shoulder to shoulder with Greece's finest men, and in a steady voice put himself forwards to crew his ship. He reasoned that his finest creation wasn't going to be left with a few callow boys to be attended, its creator had best come along. But in truth, Argus wished to leave a lasting legacy. He wished to become legend.