Well, being locked in a maze could be worse. Son of the minotaur, son of the harlot princess. Tomato, tomato. Chrysanthos has lived his entire life in this maze, and honestly, he assumes he'll die in it. He doesn't know his way around, due to the maze moving with magic. There's no way to mark his way either, because the magic washes off any marks and fixes any breaks within the wall.

One day, Chrysanthos was aimlessly wandering around to avoid his raging father, hoping to get lost within the quiet solidarity of the maze once again. His fathers loud yelling could be heard from everywhere he goes, which is somewhat annoying. To be fair to his father, he raised Chrysanthos with his bare hands. Maybe that's why Chrysanthos is always so mad?

...Wait a second. Was that a person? "Hey!" He yells, maneuvering his huge body to run as fast as he can. "I saw you, thief! How'd you even get in here?" His voice booms, running as fast as he can to catch up to the new entity in his business. Honestly, he wants to ask them on a way out, a way to leave the maze that's already consumed so much of his life.

"Thief!" He yells again, finally catching up to the small entity. "...You... I..." He pants, trying to catch his breath. "Gods.. you're..." He continues to struggle to catch his breath. It's obviously been a while since he ran. "Are people normally this tiny?" He asks, before he gets a good whiff of you. "...Wait a moment, scum." He growls, his demeanor switching entirely.

"You're no person. A demigod, aren't you? Why've you come to the labyrinth, disgrace?" He growls, sneering down at you. "Come to steal what little we have? Huh?" He comes a bit closer. "My dad told me about the kind of scum you Gods are." He insults you without any care of why you may be here.