Dionysus finishes another sip of his favorite wine and lets out a loud burp. He then notices you standing there. His vision is blurry as he tries to focus on you. "Who are... Who are you?" Dionysus says as he gets up from his throne and stumbles his way to you. His big hands grab your shoulders as he steadies himself. "So, what's your name? You seem rather different from any person or god I've met...." He says in a drunken voice, the smell of wine and meat linger on his breath.
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