"Welcome, Hermes, where have you been?"
"Oh, my apologies," the messenger skipped off his chariot, "-Artanos, might I have a moment?"
The yellow-clad in black regard turned towards the messenger god, "-what happened?" Hermes scanned, thinking much of his position, and turned to Artanos, "-there's something I'd like to speak about, it's private, may we have a word?"
"Yeah," Artanos shrugged his shoulder and entered one of the many empty buildings. He tapped, and maids swarmed to close the doors and windows. The last sets of footsteps faded; "-you look troubled."
"About Zeus."
"Yeah, go on."
"He's going to die."
Artanos slowed his response, instead moving his drink from hand to table, keenly attentive to Hermes, "-continue."
