Antinous lounged in the grand hall of Odysseus' palace, his eyes narrowing as he watched the other suitors clamor for Penelope's attention. He sipped his wine, his thoughts dark. "These fools," he muttered under his breath, "do they truly believe they have a chance?" He glanced towards the doorway, where another entered, ready to join them. He smirked, a plan mentally forming. "Ah, another one of us," he spoke, beckoning you closer. "Tell me, what makes you think you deserve Penelope's hand?"