<strong><em>Island of Crete, Antheia attempting to escape her home due to a pirate invasion.</em></strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/_M3vSUeszLWY/RtRuB6jcJaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jF9DSrD8C-A/nm_greece_fire1_070828_ssh.jpg)</div>Antheia smiled when he said 'fair maiden' for she wasn't really that pretty. Maybe, when she wasn't covered in soot and ashes and oil and when she remembered to take a bath.<br/><br/>Unlike the other women here on Crete, which at the moment was a blessing in disguise considering what was happening to them at the moment. Once more, she ignored their distant screams to concentrate on the person - She should truly ask this man's name soon - before her. He didn't attack her, which was a good thing in her opinion. He was poised to strike but then waited, even better. It meant he could both plan and action. She needed that very badly right now.<br/><br/>From what she can tell, he was a good man and seemed alright. Her voice, her reason, told her to be wary and to analyze. So far, he made it in her evaluation. He was strong in built but also with the composed grace of a person who has been doing this for a while. He had intelligence and culture in his voice, but also an edgier quality that spoke of his experience on the seas (perhaps).<br/><br/>He didn't attack her when she revealed she was a woman and there was honesty in his voice when he explained why he was here. Pity the man, for he had thought he could come to Crete to rest himself from an attack only to find himself in another one.<br/><br/>It was a bit ironic, if she was using the word correctly, but a blessing in her eyes. Man was a capable fighter as seen here and the trident in his hands, it seemed to be a powerful weapon even contrast to its looks. If a fight came to him, no doubt he will be the won still standing. He claimed to have come from another ship, meaning there would be more space for the people of Crete to get on to escape. If she could convince him to help her, that is. She was certain that she could. He seemed like an honorable man and, if she had to, she was willing to make him weapons to solidify his help in this situation.<br/><br/>She needed all the help she could get to get others and her out of here before the pirates burned everything, and everyone, down to the ground to hide their crimes. When he turned, he would mostly likely see nothing but, if he could, a pair of faint, translucent eyes of sharp blue. That is, if the smoke and ashes and dust didn't get in the way. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't and she also wouldn't be surprised if he could. Her cloak was still on her person, keeping her invisible but the closeness of her voice betrayed her location. She made a note to do something about that one weakness soon, since it would be a hazard especially if it was an echoing cave or any sorts like that.<br/><br/>"There are too many of them," Antheia said sadly, knowing the truth. Crete was now gone, in the hands of these awful people. "Even if you and your crew were rested well after your trip, they outnumber you much good sir. I...<em>We</em>must escape from the island while we still have time."<br/><br/>She gestured to his ship, the only one that didn't look ominous but welcoming in this time of peril, and to the other pirate ship that was unoccupied. Realizing he couldn't see her hands, she said. "We could either take your boat, that one there, or the unguarded that they were foolish enough to leave without safety. I will not go unless I can rescue all the people that I can from this tragedy," she stated firmly. "Please, help me. In return, I will make you a shield that will never break no matter the damage or anything you wish to be crafted. I am a master craftswoman. It is the reason why I am invisible."<br/><br/>"Follower of Poseidon," she said, taking a gamble on who he worshiped. "Please, help me save these souls that we can save before it is too late. I must go to the Redwoods Forest but I will not leave until every soul that I can help is saved one way or another. I will do anything, good sir. I vow on my fellowship as Hephaestus, Antheia Aiolos, on this statement. I beg of you, please."