Hestothacles had been riding for two days from his home on a beautiful chestnut horse, its mane of hair flowing in the air, a strong stallion trained for endurance it was obvious. He had no gear with him other than three javelins and a saddlebag full of food and a skin of water. He spotted another young man up the road and slowed to a canter as he approached drawing one javelin from the ornate saddles special holster. The saddle itself was made from the finest leather and adorned with many ornate metal brass bits like the buckles and stirrups. He was wearing a simple long blue tunic, a wide leather belt, brass vambraces and strapped sandals with brass shin guards covering his shins.

He approached till he was fifteen yards from the stranger and stopped, setting his blue eyes on him and studying him for a little bit before smiling and speaking "hail stranger, i mean you no harm. Hestothacles is my name and i am of Thebes"