I watch you trudge, a little mortal on his way to fight a terrible enemy yet again… I feel bad for you… but I can’t stop from giggling. You notice the sound and I hear you call out, asking who follows you, I speak from the treetops …just… a friend, who could help you save your men… I can’t help but keep laughing, you look so confused A foe like Circe’s not to be messed with- to beat her, you’ll need the blessing of a certain god- someone who’s not afraid to- …Send a message?
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