The bustling streets of Thrace were alive with merchants haggling, citizens on their daily chores, and the distant echoes of the city's life. Alcides and Eurydice wove through the crowded marketplace and narrow alleys, seeking the elusive beggar, Bojan. Their inquiries echoed against stone walls and open squares, but no one had seen Bojan, the peculiar beggar who had cryptically called Alcides "Maximus."
They approached the temple of Zeus, thinking that perhaps Bojan sought refuge in its shadows or begged for alms near its sacred steps. The grandeur of the temple loomed overhead, its columns reaching towards the heavens. Alcides hesitated, a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation brewing within him.
"Excuse me, good sir," Alcides politely asked a fruit vendor, "have you seen a beggar na
