His hand leaves the comforting nook of Remus' elbow to smooth his clothes as he sits. Then, folding his hands in his lap, he looks out over the gently shimmering water.

"I was...thirteen when I was accepted into the Household of Great King Darius. Fifteen when the Great King met his end at the hands of traitors, peace be upon his soul. One of the conspirators, whose camp I mistook for a loyal one and went to in search of help..."

How to phrase it, when he knows it was Serendipity that brought him there? "I was given to the conqueror Alexander, as a token of goodwill, so the conspirator may return to his home without challenge."