You note down the characters as best you can. Examining the chain, it's gold like the medallion. Crumbling off the dirt that's encrusted to it. You find it's in good condition. Deciding it's the best way to carry it you put it on.
Wondering if it's an ancient artefact, or historic, you don't want to loose it. Tucking it inside your shirt, you hide it from view. It presses against your hairy chest, a chill reminder in the heat of the Greek Sun.
You decide to walk into the nearby town. Sure you can find someone local who'll translate the words, without needing to see the medallion.
Your imagination sparks, as you walk. Greek myths and legends springing to mind. Their lewd details, of disguised Gods unleashing their lusts on unwitting mortals. Taking on various form to indulge their passions.
It bounces against your chest, as you walk the too warm streets. Heading for refreshment, and a little local knowledge.
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