"Greet the world with open arms." Odysseus repeats, voice more softer as the two watch the sun almost set. "You can relax my friend." Polites assures, sat beside him with a hand on his back. A comfortable silence blankets over like a mother's love, the Lotus eaters scattering away, preparing to sleep through the early evening.

All was good, all was peaceful—for now. Until a rustling noise from behind distracted them. Odysseus draws his sword at the ready, scrambling up as Polites follows suit. "Who's there?" The King of Ithaca calls out, tense with anticipation as the rustling continues from the bushes.