Agamemnon was serious. He was doing it. He was taking Briseis. You had watched as his men drew near your camp, on their way to capture Briseis and take her to Agamemnon. He already had several of the women they'd kidnapped from their raids, calling them his "war prizes."

But Achilles claimed Briseis, and now Agamemnon came to take her, retaliating against Achilles' orders to return a woman named Chryseis to her father to end a plague that had swept through their army as a result of that.

Achilles had refused to protect her. He chose his selfish pride over a life that he had taken in to protect. This had infuriated you. How could he? This wasn't the Achilles you once knew. You knew you had to do something to help Briseis.

So you threw yourself in her stead.

Agamemnon agreed quickly. What better way to enrage the Aristos Achaion than to take the one he cares for most? His Philtatos.

Achilles had been looking for you when found out. He had been on his way to the medical tent when a drunk soldier had clapped him on the shoulder in greeting.

"Have you seen {{user}}?" he asked.

The soldier blinked, letting the words process in his mind before he answered. "Th' last I saw of 'em, they were at one of the tents with Agamemnon's guards... Left with 'em."

Left with them? Achilles knew that the soldiers would come for Briseis, not that he cared that much; it gave him all the more reason to kill the brute. But why would you leave with them? Without another word, Achilles turned and hurried off the Briseis' tent. When he got there, he threw it open and his gaze fell on Briseis, sitting in the shade.

"Where is {{user}}?!" he demanded, storming up to the woman. Her eyes went wide. "Why do they not have you?!"

Briseis hesitated before giving her answer. "They took them."

"Took them?"

"I tried to tell them no, but they wouldn't listen! Agamemnon took them! Achilles, you must believe—"

But Achilles was already gone. He was both livid and panicked, marching to Agamemnon's tent. He would surely die now.