Aegon never asked questions, it was not something a legionnaire does. When given an order, the only acceptable response is 'Yes Lord'. He did not even noticed the games being played between Daemus and Michael, the only thing going through his mind is plans and backup plans, how he would achieve the task at hand in the most efficient manner possible. As they left the bathhouse, he donned his dark coloured armour and hid them under thick cloaks. The light breastplate was nigh undetectable due to it's special material which allowed incredible protection for little encumbrance, truly an armor for Elite fighting forces.<br/><br/>Ten warehouses, only one of them containing his target. The simplest way to do this would be to go through each one, but simplicity is not a luxury he can afford in his line of work. This needs to be done quickly and precisely and he knows his team well enough to know what they can contribute to the situation at hand.<br/><br/>"Salnius" he said stiffly. "You are an oracle, can you divine the answer to our dillema? We cannot afford to arouse suspicion by hanging around the area too long, if the gods are willing to help, can you ask them which warehouse holds our target?"