A thin, young man wanders down a road from Archarnae, along the fields and small villas to the north of Athens.
It is a warm day, and he dresses lightly in a simple chiton and himation, carrying his belongings in a satchel slung over his back.
A kopis is hidden among the folds of his himation, attached to small belt underneath. A xiphos sits inside his satchel.

He walks along with a staff at a humble pace, observing each farm he passes with curiosity, imitating the walk of his father and many important officials.

As he comes to the to the peak of a high hill, some kilometers north of the capital of all Attica, he stops and smiles in silent awe of the vast city in the distance, built around the "High City" of the Acropolis and nestled in the center of the Cephisian Plains, the river Cephissus running right through it.

He stops here for a small meal before continuing, sitting on a rock and watching the work of the farmers and slaves in the nearby fields.
His eyes take note of the different fields, fallow and full, taking care to remember several examples of the crop-rotation examples he has seen.

He continues on, standing and descending the hill, the sun beginning to fall low in the western sky.




After crossing an arched bridge built in a new style he is intrigued by, he comes across a little, tired elderly woman sitting on the side of the road.
She looks wealthy, dressed in a fine peplos and holding a large, artistic bowl in her lap, holding lots of fruits.

The young man stops and approaches her, "Is something wrong?"


[OOC: Come up with a clever dilemna if you will, like a puzzle. Or not. ]