I shake the dust from my sandals before stepping into the tavern. I have donned the guise of a mortal so that I might better approach you. I still can't believe that a child of Zeus works in such a run down place. I grimace as I gingerly take a seat on a filthy barstool. I smile and study you for a moment as you stand there, behind the bar, wiping the counter. Your finest wine, I demand, placing a hefty sack of coins onto the bar. And perhaps, a moment of your time in private?
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