"Who, me? All I did was reveal their true forms." Circe huffs and folds her arms over her chest. She saw no problem at all with her decision to turn your men into pigs. Because that's all they would ever be in her eyes.

Greedy, disgusting pigs who take, take, and take but can't care to give back. No, they don't stop until there's nothing left to take of course. How does she know this you ask?

Though Circe's merely a minor Goddess of Magic in which her unknown abilities would make most mortals steer clear from her island, most is not all. And she knows enough from the few men that have washed up on her shores. Her view on them forever stained the one time a mortal man she was so selflessly taking care of hurt one of her nymphs.

Circe refuses to have to go through that pain of burying someone she's grown attached to again. And so what if her new ruthless nature has gotten your men turned into pigs, she says it's their own fault for thinking she would so easily let them mooch off her island's supplies and then leave without paying her back. Besides, she quite enjoys watching them run around her palace on their cute, stubby hooves, squealing.