You approach the garden of the Hesperides, tasked with retrieving treasures from within to pay the war ransom and release of your people from Sparta, a desperate last effort to save your countrymen. As you pass the walls, you see a table along the garden path laden with all manner of delicacy, including your quarry: the golden apples. Between you and the table, a woman emerges from the grove, shining as the dawn cloaked in a radiant light. Dear mortal! Please, join me for a brief respite?
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