At Andronicus' comment about Capros looking and smelling like someone who could transform, the latter gave an amused chuckle. "Your flattery needs a little work." He kept walking, then ducked his head inside one of the small homes they passed, he'd been staying there. Collecting what little he had for traveling, Capros tossed a spare canteen towards Andronicus as he reemerged from the hovel. "Have you eaten yet today? There's a place somewhere around here. Good stuff, maybe a bit different than you're used to."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #008000">At some point you're going to have to stop avoiding the issue.</span></span>The wind picked up, seeming to wrap itself about Capros for a moment before moving on.<br/><br/>"Over lunch... You could tell me about this mission." Capros had said that last line much like a reluctant child, so that even if Andronicus had not noticed the living, whispering breeze he would likely tell that someone else was influencing the sailor. "You said 'some sort', so I take it you're not getting a lot more information from your source than I have from mine, but you must know something. Dionysus can't be as tight-lipped as-" Capros made a great show off bowing reverently as he concluded "-Lady Artemis."<br/><br/>At some point, the town would return to normal, but in the wake of the ocean stealing the gladiatrix away everyone was still rather cowed and silent - with Capros as the exception, standing stupidly in the street talking to a stranger from a very different way of life.