Sex in Ancient Rome:Blacksmith
From Create Your Own Story
There was more to be found than just horses inside the stables, there was a person as well. Walking up to the short mudbrick building's entrance, you were able to see a scruffy man forging horseshoes over an anvil. Each strike with the hammer rung loudly, and his hairy torso was lit up in the shimmer of the glowing iron. He was sweating immensely, and didn't even notice you until you greeted him.
"Evenin'." he replied indifferently, setting the hammer and tongs down on the ground. "Help you find anything?".
You told him your name and quest, to which he simply chuckled: "Aye, the damsel-robbing lion. Last I heard, it supposedly stole the daughter of Diodoros, the baker."
"It appears as if it is of no concern to you though?" you replied, referring to his laugh.
"I don't care much for women, stranger. They're a treacherous lot, and I prefer the company of men. Besides, I have lived in Nemea for fourteen years, and not once have I seen a lion. In all likelihood they probably just ran away to pursue a life in the forest or live with the Amazons. Good riddance, says I."
"So, I suppose you don't know anything about where the lion could be?".
"In the gossip of old women and the feeble's imagination, I'd reckon." he shrugged. "Don't bother yourself with stories and legends, it's useless to do so. Now, was there something else?".
Pondering for a moment, you then:
