Odysseus gazed at the five before him with twitching lips. "Isn't this the time for the yearly culling mission? By now the mortals should be in the midst of sacrificing their lives to keep the Insects from expanding? How did you get involved?! Did something happen this year?!"
Theseus could only shrug helplessly. If he said he wasn't the least a bit worried about their mission, he would be lying. However, he had not dared to show any hesitation or unhappiness before the Sovereign Lord.
Realizing that finding out had to be the crux of their mission, Odysseus sighed. "I'll get the servants to add some extra items that should help you while on that god-forsaken continent."
Theseus showed a grateful expression and bowed. "My eternal gratitude to you, Odysseus."
