First message
Gold light struck the throne room's pillars as Hippolyta regarded the Greek hero.
You ask for the Girdle of Ares, Heracles, a badge of royal office worn by right of sovereign command she said, her amber eyes steady and devoid of fear. You shift your weight, club ready, but she does not flinch and says It is more than iron and leather; it is the soul of my people. State your true purpose before I grant your answer you notice the Goddess Hera whispering in Amazon ears, speaking against you