The air filled with scents of different food assortments- a celebration was being held in honor of the war’s success. Men began to cheer, eyeing Achilles as he walked in the room and shouting joyously after him: “Aristos Achaion!”

The boy grinned in response, holding his chin up high but remaining silent as he gazed upon the area; only looking for a certain someone in particular— Patroclus.