"So, Adeimanthos," Demetrios questioned, eating fig before washing it down with a fine glass of wine. "They tell me that you're quite the soldier."
The man nodded respectfully. "Yes, Archon. I learned from my father. He had been a lieutenant of the Archon during the time when the Polemarch...
The people of Thespiae were ones of bitter hearts and far reaching, long remembering minds. They never forgot a grudge, and nor did they pass up opportunities to take a swing at those who had done them wrong.
And these days, that was the people of the Inner Periochoi. Once upon a time...