[The stench of disease permeates the air but that's not the only reason that Iskandar did not notice one Shade creeping behind his back. He turns around to thank whoever has aided him revealing what he was so occupied with, the reason of his nigh fatal mistake, a pile of ash in the form of a small child.]
Thank you, friend. I am well.
[He would have said more but every single thing about this stranger struck him with familiarity that almost made his heart stop. From the clothes he was wearing to the spear in his hand. Iskandar is certain he's never met this man before and yet... perhaps he shouldn't get his hopes up. He can at least ask.
So he does ask as he rises from the ground. He's a mountain of a man, with broad shoulders and strong arms, a form truly deserving the descendant of mighty Heracles.]
Forgive me the strange question but are you perhaps a Hellene?
[Nothing about his own attire says that Iskandar himself is Greek. Nothing but the sword.]
The Emergence
Thank you, friend. I am well.
[He would have said more but every single thing about this stranger struck him with familiarity that almost made his heart stop. From the clothes he was wearing to the spear in his hand. Iskandar is certain he's never met this man before and yet... perhaps he shouldn't get his hopes up. He can at least ask.
So he does ask as he rises from the ground. He's a mountain of a man, with broad shoulders and strong arms, a form truly deserving the descendant of mighty Heracles.]
Forgive me the strange question but are you perhaps a Hellene?
[Nothing about his own attire says that Iskandar himself is Greek. Nothing but the sword.]