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[MerlinusCDXX]

Somewhere west of the Zagros mountains , mid-Spring 270 BC

What a fine spring day muses Mardakou to himself. The smell of the Tigris greets his nostrils as the land flattens out. Less than a day's journey from the house of his father, Mardakou thinks on all that has occurred in the last 2 years, especially his rapid rise from a simple estate chamberlain for a minor Seleukid noble to a Satrap's voice in council. Home, and all that comes with it, is on the horizon. But business does come first...