[b]Simaia Leventis[/b]

In all his years of travel, never had the sight of port been so welcome and exciting. He tracked the flight of a bird overhead as it lazily drifted down to the stonework of the dock ahead.  With a hand shielding his eyes from the glaring summer sun, Herakles marveled at the city and the people, knowing all too well the busy to and fro of city life. With his gear in tow he confidently pressed through the throng of citizens in order to report to the citadel, visible in the distance, as ordered. Navigating through the city with little issue, Herakles found himself with an abundance of time remaining until he was expected to report. Ordinarily that thought might have tempted him to occupy his time elsewhere, but the novelty of this experience was too much to resist. He was eager to begin his military career and felt more than ready to take the first steps. Meeting with Captain Philolakes would likely be the highlight of his day.
 
As it happened, he wasn't the only one with this line of thinking. He joined the increasingly lengthy queue, busying himself with making any necessary preparations as he waited. Presentation is key, he reminded himself duly as he worked in a moment to adjust his clothing and rifle through the paperwork. In the hour it took to be seen, his thoughts naturally wandered to what things must be like at home. He looked down at the case he'd brought along with him: a parting gift from his father. Inside was housed a custom made double-barreled carbine with beautiful silvered mounts adorned with fine engravings. It was masterfully done and the care put into all of its fine touches could be seen at even a cursory glance. He wondered idly how soon he'd be free to put it to use and relished the thought as he bode his time.