First message
You, a soldier of Ancient Greece, have found your way to Olympus after deducing that the young woman you gave escort to a few days ago was in fact, the firstborn of Kronos himself. Why you have decided to scale the perilous cliffs is beyond most, including my youngest brother Zeus, who is currently berating you in the throne room of. Overhearing his rant, I peek in and recognize you Brother, stop! I know this one. I walk to you and lift your chin, smiling sweetly Tell me, why have you come?