"I thought I told you to leave and never return."

Kassandra visibly sagged a little as she dropped her hands from her hips, "Well I'm still glad to see the prettiest face in the Greek islands, even if it isn't glad to see me."

Kyra's face continued to hold a deadly fire, only one eyebrow twitching. "I'll leave you to be the judge of that, misthios. Rumours have spread even to the humble Silver Islands of your...conquests."

"Do you mean perhaps the legends of The Eagle Bearer slaying the mighty minotaur?" Kassandra cheekily responded, "Or becoming Hero of the Arena? It's honestly becoming difficult for me to keep track of all my legendary feats." She winked and everyone in company held uncomfortable gazes amongst each other at her brashness in the face of what was clearly the rage of Hera reincarnated in Kyra's crackling glare.

Kassandra awkwardly coughed in the angry silence, and continued "But I am here on urgent business. I am seeking a retired priestess named Aphansia. I have reason to believe there are remnants of The Cult of Kosmos attempting to rebuild their organization," her eyes flickered "A particularly violent and malevolent man named Korisios has been smuggling slaves and stockpiling riches. My trail came from Megaris and after bashing a few heads has lead here. Once I have the information I need, I assure you I will be on my way."

Kyra considered, her arms folded and turned away, "You can see my provincial thesmothetai to find any information on this woman, but once you have what you need, please understand it will be in your best interest to leave." She closed in, stood inches from Kassandra's face. Even though she still had to tilt her head up, her jaw was square and her eyes blazing into Kassandra's. "I do not think I need to emphasize that your tendency to leave blood-trails will. Not. Be. Tolerated."

Kassandra wanted to retort but clearly thought better of it, turning her aggressive stance into a graceful bow. "Of course, Archon, you are very gracious."

While Barnabas checked in with the dockmaster, Kassandra helped the crew finish docking, pulling the thick ropes into knots roughly with her strong hands, her jaw clenched. Barnabas returned and placed a sympathetic palm on her shoulder. "Still hasn't forgiven you I see." Kassandra finished pulling the last knot in place and rose to her full stature, her amber eyes following the fluttering bright chiton of what was now a distant Archon of Mykonos Islands. She wiped the sweat from her face and said nothing.