"Finding your… father?"
Both Mikkos and his wife just looked at each other for a few seconds after that question before staring at Rhys's face. They both squinted their eyes at the same time and finally, after a few seconds more, Mikkos just forced out a chuckle while shaking his head.
"I don't think people like you would be visiting places like this, Brother," Mikkos continued to let out a hearty chuckle while eating his fish, "You would have more luck in the big cities like Athens, or maybe even Corinth."
"People… like me?" Rhys could really only blink a couple of times.
"Yes, rich people," Mikkos shrugged, "You are obviously wealthy, big strong man like you — it would probably take 3 cows just to feed you, Brother."
