After a short sail I arrived home to Crete and made my way to Knossos, I hadn't even made it to the palace when I got word that most of the people I knew were staying at a villa to the west, having some business at the tombs. My informant, a traveling merchant who looked to be middle aged, was oddly less useful on that detail.....generally when the royals find themselves at the tombs it's for a very good reason indeed. Never the less, if they're at Ayia Triada then that is my destination as well.

Refilling my water skin I begin my run, thankful that the weather of Crete is far more agreeable to a jog then the icy valleys of the northern lands.
A few hours later as I reach the top of yet another hill I stop, gathering my breath and strength. There in the distance I see my journey's end.

"Or given the habits of Crete, perhaps this is only the beginning? Come on Ephiny, forward to adventure you sentimental fool"

I smile as I close the distance to the villa and almost giggle in excitement, belying my warrior appearance. Slowing to a walk I approach the front doors and look for some one to question about the current going ons, it would appear how-ever that everyone has something to attend to and no time for uninvited strangers.

Instead I lean against a pile of crates sitting outside, not wanting to waltz in uninvited lest I interrupt some important ceremony and also not wanting to keep the busy workers from their tasks. At least it's a nice day out.