Anastasius caught the eagle and let his full lips curl into a smile.  He was neither tall nor broad, and a man better described as beautiful than handsome.  Long silky hair fluttered loose now the battle was done.  His dark tunic oddly spared the typical aftermath of battle, though from his looks it seemed he might have spent his time cleaning up rather than looting.  He lifted a satchel and tucked the golden statuette into it with his armor.<br/><br/>Then he looked to his two compatriots.  Strong and capable by their looks.  He lifted his ever present wine skin and sipped, then offered it to each of them in turn.<br/><br/><strong>"To Gulsehir then,"</strong>he toasted,<strong>"And problems avoided."</strong><br/><br/>Then he cast a glance back to Azuriel and smiled.<strong>"Just make sure there's plenty of wine in those shipments.  I'll see that the slaves are ready, but not even I can milk wine from a teat to keep our guests from going thirsty."</strong>