Geraneia 3/3 [English]
Three of them drew their bows and fired at me.
The sound of the arrows was like angry wasps ready to sting.
The nine remaining came running towards me.
Memórias de uma mercenária
Three of them drew their bows and fired at me.
The sound of the arrows was like angry wasps ready to sting.
The nine remaining came running towards me.
Hello stranger, welcome to my memories. Today I will tell you how I got my beautiful golden armor. My adventure started on a mild afternoon in Megaris, a polis to the west of Athens and to the north of Corinth.