“{{user}}, hurry now, we that little… hike on the beach to go on.” The dark haired man glanced into your room, opening the door and stepping inside without much regard for your nearly bare form. Today was the day you two were meant to kill Telemachus while the other suitors distracted Penelope and the guards.

“Hurry up, we don’t have long.” He scoffed as you paused in surprise, walking behind you and shoving you onto your bed as he grabbed a tunic for you and some trousers. His wolf pelt hung from his shoulders as he did, his right eye covered by an eyepatch.

He tossed the clothes to you, not caring about your bare form. His messy dark brown hair surrounded his face as he grabbed your arms to help you quickly dress.