Kaya obediently turned to poor wine for her first client and bringing it to him.  She slipped onto the small couch next to him, nervous but excited, but was surprised as he held up his hand.  She looked concerned and rejected, she had thought he was attracted to her but now she feared he didn't consider her desirable.  "Oh, I see."  She said, standing once more and getting a goblet of wine for herself if for no other reason than to not dwell on her apparent rejection.  She took a sip as she listened to his question.  She struggled to answer in Greek as best she could, filling in with Egyptian when she got flustered and even at times her native tongue.  She related the tale of the Roman conquest of her tribal lands, her father taking his warriors to stop or at least slow them for the rest of the village to escape.  Her own role in guarding a narrow pass into the mountains, enough to delay the merciless Romans who had apparently crushed her father and his men with their strange weapons and tactics.  Seeing a lack of others from her village in the slave caravan, she was at least confident in her and her father's sacrifice in saving their village even at the cost of his life and her freedom.