Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Motto: Death is but yet another beginning
Desires: To honor his tribe through battle
Weapon of Choice: Composite bow
Description: Broad-shouldered and sturdy-looking despite his leanness, the other was about my height. He wore a similar cloak, its tanned scalps dyed in shades of red. Bone beads trimmed the neck and sleeves in a swirling pattern that reminded me of tempest gusts or ocean waves. His long, nut-brown hair was sunstreaked with strands as bright as brass, and woven throughout were narrow braids bound with golden wire.
Discussion Questions For Aram?
- Does it make sense to decorate yourself with the scalps of others?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- Why did the Scythians kill Kalliphoros?
“Ah, bite your tongue. We’ll get the best of him,” Diomedes said, nodding toward the Scythians. “And these two can a make purse from his ass and a piss pot from his skull.” Aram chuckled. “And we’ll give you his cock, knowing how you hoplites love to make use of those.” Diomedes smiled slightly and let the conversation flow without him. I was glad to hear stories I’d not lived through. Diomedes may have liked recalling our battles, but to me glory wasn’t worth the price of remembering too well.GATES THE HOURS KEEP