Erpinuo walked into his villa, kicked off his expensive leather slippers, and relished the cool touch of the white marble floor.
Erpinuo entered his study, which was complete with busts and plush armchairs. On one end was a fireplace, and the other opened to a colonnade facing the garden.
This structure ensured that the Aegean heat was not too overwhelming, while allowing the fragrance of flowers and grass to be enjoyed.
He poured himself a glass of wine mixed with iced water and carried the ceramic cup to his desk.
The desk made of smooth white wax wood held his writing tablets and chosen currency. But he took just one step forward before freezing in place.
On the desk lay a helmet in the style of a Spartan General, facing him directly, the red plume spread out like a peacock's tail. Half the helmet shimmered with brass luster, while the other half was covered with dried blood.
"The 'Blood Wolf' of Sparta is dead." A voice emerged from the shadows of the columns.
