Greatwater Lake the hot gates

Derp, my bad. Exit Atlas! More threads in the future pls yes.

Their brief meeting had invigorated Atlas as much as it had the other; he was more exuberant in his company, glad to have someone of equal standing (or thereabouts) with which to confide his thoughts. But work always came first. The sisters needed things, and while they were each quite capable of hunting for themselves or what-have-you, it was a duty entrusted to him - to them. To serve these women meant that the men were on the right path, that the sins of their ancestors would one day be cleansed - and maybe one day, the Nereides would no longer need the consorts who served them and instead place them in equal standing with their own holy selves.

But these were vague thoughts, distant thoughts. Greyjoy approached him and nudged his shoulder, which Atlas returned happily, if a bit roughly. The boy nodded one last farewell as he launched in to a commanding stride, leaving behind the Hoplite to his thoughts and the sea.