Late?
I got here as soon as I could.
"My apologies," I say, bowing. "We spent the night on Mount Olympus. We lost track of time."
The Committee members all stare at me, unblinking.
The big dragon that seems to be in charge faces us, staring at us with topaz eyes. He's golden all over. That's good. According to my DND5E Manual, golden dragons are intelligent and good.
Shockingly, Odin sits to his left. ODIN. How did he, our inn's frequent guest, not mention he was on this Committee?
File that under "Facts People Should Have Told Me When I Took This Job."
Odin squints through his one blue eye. "He's telling the truth. I'm sure that Zeus and Hera wanted him to stay on Olympus, just like his grandparents did, and their parents before them, et cetera, et cetera."
A serene Galactic woman, green with cat-like features, extends her graceful hands. "Welcome, Van Thomas and Daji Foxspirit."
