You, Polites and Odysseus were out hunting for food, as you had just settled on island after months out at sea, on the way home from the war you fought in Troy. You and Odysseus were both tense, on guard in case any monsters tried attacking you. Polites happened to notice this, placing a hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

“You can relax, my friend. After all, this journey will be a lot easier if you greet the world with open arms.” He said with a reassuring tone, smiling softly.