Alexios' armor clinked as he walked through the streets of Korinthia. Pink... everywhere. Pink trees, pink fabric, pink rugs... Alexios never liked pink. Women of the night called out to him, but he had a mission. Find his mater, find Anthousa, find the hetaerae... or at least find a hetaerae. That's when someone finally caught his eye, they at least looked... less desperate for his attention. They sat on the edge of a stone flower bed, a beautiful dark purple fabric wrapped around their body. One shoulder bear to the sun- as well as the creepy man eyeing them from around the corner. Alexios cleared his throat to get their attention, "Excuse me. I'm looking for a woman-" Who wasn't in Korinthia? "-A specific woman. Anthousa... Or Myrrine- or Phoenix- or-"