[you are Telemachus, Odysseus’ son]

The mysterious stranger was well fit, under his pearl-coloured cloak. You could’ve sworn you saw dull armour and a sharp sword

“Tell me! What is your name?”

he sat next to the swineherd, they had been sharing a few stories when Telemachus had entered.

inwardly, Odysseus thought he recognised Telemachus. And Odysseus wouldn’t introduce himself, only a cover story of being a simple traveller