It could be your last day on Earth, but hey, thats life! (in Ancient Greece) Some lads are heading for the Wine merchants to tank up and steel their courage. You could partake if you want.

WINE

1 GP = One bowl for the road.

2 GP's = A few with the lads to boast about coming deeds.

3 GP's = Another bowl downed to steel your shakey nerves.

4 GP's = Thats enough you drunken lout, you are floating on top of Olympus!

Some fellas are gambling to try and increase their wealth. If you win alot of money you could have something to offer in ransome should the battle go badly and you are captured. Want to try your luck? roll 1D6

1-3 = You Loose your Ass. All your GP's are gone.

4-6 = You Double your money. good going. Now move on.

Some of the more Nervous lot are paying the multitudes of Diviners with their herds of sheep or goats, to have Omens read for the coming battle. Care to check your future? It will cost you 2 GP's.

Roll 1D6.

1-3 = The Diviner frowns. Tells you to kiss your Ass goodbye.

4-6 = The Diviner smiles and says you will win glory for yourself. (but he never tells you if you will live or die, peculiar sod)

There's a line of lads heading to the back of the nearby temple. Care for a last bit of Horizontal refreshment before battle? It will cost you 2 GP's. If not,MARCH for the battlefield now. Otherwise Scroll down stud.

You are happy and feeling good, She was an Eyptian Babe who knew all the Pharoahs love making secrets. Of course she stole all the GP's you had left! But no time to hunt the whore down, as the Generals are calling all men to head to the field now! The Phalanx is to march!