Dicaeus takes in this information, attempting to hide just how impressed he is. “That suit of armor must be impressive indeed. Instead of paying you, how about we trade? I can offer a suit of armor of equal worth. In trade I offer you the plate of my companion, Anaxandros, Champion of Sparta, member of the Four of the Greek Army. The Plate is Corinthian in design, and has seen the legendary fights of the spartan army, the hunt for the Manticore of Amyclées, and the liberation of Athens from the vicious minotaur king Drogon. Additionally, I can offer you his spartan-forged dory spear, the victorious spear that brought an end to Drogon himself. On top of these tools of war, I can promise you fame spread wide across the Aegean as he continues to slay the enemies of Greece. What do you think of that deal?" 

Persuasion/Deception (for omitting the Black nature of the Manticore and embellishing the part of the spear in the fight against Drogon. For the most part, doesnt matter, modifier is the same): 11

The Old man begins to rock back and forth in his chair as he taps his fingers on the leather bound book. He smacks his lips a couple times. After a few moments you Repeat your offer Dicaeus and the Old man sits up straight. Seemingly he did not hear you the first time. "Spartan forged spear and Corinthian armor for that old thing? Sure by all means, I'll take that trade." 

The Old man smiles threw broken and yellowed teeth. 

Dicaeus smiles back. “Anax, old friend, I’ve secured you new armor, should you find it to your liking. Would you come over here so we can make the trade?”

Dicaeus as you and Anax return to the Oldman, you find him now feverishly polishing the armor with a dirty rag. He spits on it and returns to polishing. 

So, Spear +1 and Plate armor for Armor of the Chimera. Do you want to do this trade?

[OoC]: Yeah I'll take it.

Anax turns from his cup to Dicaeus, "Good job you silver-tongued bastard. I owe you one." He smiles and gets to his feet to follow.

Dicaeus returns with Anax in tow. ”My good sir, if you would please explain this suit of plate one more time, just for the benefit of my companion.”

The Old man takes the Armor and Spear from you, Leaving the plate armor promised for you to put on.

It's Plate +1 with the added benefit of faintly glowing when a chimera is within 500 feet of its wearer.

Anax thanks the man. After removing his armour and handing it in, he'll take a few moments to fit the new plate on and make sure it feels right. Satisfied, he breaks into a grin.

"We'd better head back," he claps Dicaeus on the back, "Carrus and Cybele are probably as drunk as satyrs already!" He takes off back towards the den, feeling fluid and reinforced in his new armour.

Dicaeus bows and leaves with Anax, ready to return to the Den.

The Sun is just peeking over the distant Horizon as you once more climb the steps to the Den Dicaeus and Anax. The wind has fallen to a gentle breeze that brings with it a hint of rain, Not a vicious storm but a light rainfall that is refreshing and rejuvenating. 

Reaching the peak and once more crossing threw the Lions Plateau, you can see in one of the dozen Amphitheaters. A play, a pair of men standing on the stage dueling with wooden swords as a group of Senators and aristocrats watch from the stone seats. 

Coming to the Den you find it well lit. Both your Companions and Herkules are more intoxicated then when you left them and seem to be enjoying their company.

"AH They return! Let us drink the night away my friends!." Herkules bellows as Dicaeus and Anaxandros enters the Den. 

Carrus stands and walks over to Anax and Dicaeus, fairly but not completely steadily, a large tankard of ale in each hand. He thrusts the tankards into their hands, and then embraces them.  My brothers!  Come and sit.  We've been sharing many fines tales of battle and adventure.  Still with his arms around them, he guides Anax and Dicaeus to the table where Herkules and Cybele are sitting. 

"Woah watch the armour there, Olympian!" Anax hints towards his new armour with absolutely no subtlety. He happily takes the tankard and gulps it down, then heads over to the table to grab himself another, taking in the stories of Herkules and enjoying the night whilst gorging on rich meats and cheeses.

You all drink into the night, Sharing stories of past endeavors and enjoying the company of your companions and the High-king. Eventually you each succumb to sleep at the table. waking the next morning with a POUNDING headache and dry mouth. You find Herkules already awake and seemingly without hangover.

Cybele will sit up and wipe the sleep from her eyes with a groan. "Oh Gods, I don't think I have ever had that much to drink in one sitting in my whole life." She'll stretch out her back, shielding her eyes from the sunlight with a grimace. "Water would be much appreciated."

Dicaeus groans as he wakes up. "That... That was..." He waves his hands and mutters under his breath, casting Prestidigitation several times to alternatively heat and chill the air around his head. Feeling slightly revived, he finishes the sentence. "That was a night to rival the revelry of Dionysus, cousin."

Herkules smiles and gives a chuckle as you both stir Cybele and Dicaeus. "AH You wake! I've had breakfast prepared for you, It should be arriving shortly. Feel free to eat your fill, I have a matter that requires my attention in Atlantis, So I must prepare for the journey." Herkules is holding a rolled scroll on his left hand. "Horses are being prepared for you as we speak. Consider them my final gift." 

Carrus wakes up, and manages to stifle a groan before it escapes his lips.  He stands from where he had passed out on the floor near the fireplace, and walks gingerly over to the table, stepping around the still-sleeping form of Anax.  He takes a seat with the others, and awaits breakfast.  With his head pounding, he can't find the right words to say to his King, so he keeps silent for the moment.

As the breakfast meats arrive and their delicious scents permeate the air, Anax shoots up with a grunt and hits his head on the mantelpiece. He lets out a few choice curses, rubs his head, then falls back to the floor massaging his temples. As one of the servants passes him, he throws his arm out to land on their foot lazily. "I need... meat... and more wine... please." He then pulls himself along the floor and props his back up against the wall, keeping his eyes closed, chomping through a goat sausage as he waits for his beverage to sober him up.

You are each brought a jug of fresh and clear,chilled water along with your breakfast consisting of Eggs,breads,various fruits and some meat. Anax's hangover once more fades after only 20 or so minutes because of his hardy nature. (Con 20 for a Drinker is a odd thing, Takes ALOT to get drunk and hangovers fade fairly quickly.) While the rest of you suffer threw a pounding headache for a number of hours yet. 

Herkules does not join you for breakfast, rather he takes an hour packing a large deer-hide sack with various pieces of parchment. 

[OoC]: Are we leaving for Sparta?