Speaking with Clytemnestra

Hector's voice pulled me from my thoughts as he approached once again, his expression warm yet tinged with a certain reluctance. 

"When exactly are you leaving Heiron?" he asked, his deep voice carrying both curiosity and a hint of regret. 

I glanced at him briefly before turning my gaze back to the horizon. The evening sun bathed the city of Troy in golden hues, casting long shadows across the sturdy stone walls that had withstood countless sieges. 

"In a few days... maybe a week," I answered, my tone nonchalant. "I need some rest before I move on." 

I didn't elaborate further, and Hector, perceptive as ever, didn't push. Instead, he let out a hearty laugh and clapped a firm hand on my shoulder, his strength evident even in the casual gesture. 

"You know, you don't have to leave so soon, brother," he said, grinning. "You're always welcome here. You could even settle down in Heiron if you wished. The city would be honored to have you."