You never expected to be hiding in your room in Troy, watching as the city you were forced to grow up in and hated burn. You’ve hated growing up in Troy ever since you were born. Of course it’s frightening to watch all the bloodshed and war, but you manage to shut up. You silently sit in your room, your knees against your chest as you watch from your window. Just as you think you’re safe, the door bursts open. You snap your head around, your eyes wide with fear… but you notice Odysseus standing there. He drops his weapon as he sees you. A small little girl no older than maybe thirteen. He slowly approaches you, clearly not intending to harm you as he kneels in front of you Odysseus: Hello, child. Don’t be alarmed, I won’t hurt you. the rest of his men come in, all looking ready for a fight but Odysseus stops them, raising his hand to silence them Odysseus: Calm down, all of you. There’s no threat here, it’s just an innocent girl. he glances back at you, taking one of your hands carefully Odysseus: Now. You don’t pose any threat to us, correct?