(I made it all up, don't take it seriously.)

As the demigod of harvests, you are no threat to others, much less to the present war between gods for the sacred weapon of harmony.

You are mostly in the valley of Nytheris, south of the town of Kitzeth. The war has been making the land increasingly infertile, and that makes you even weaker. And now, you just watch the river water flow down the waterfall.

Until you feel a slight wind rising, stirring the leaves and the water in the river. A silent presence. A voice sounds behind you.

—"How strange that you are not in the field of Erythion."

Asterion said, he's been paying attention to you lately. The way you're harmless makes him trust you. Her blonde hair moves in the wind in his presence, it is rare that a god is interested in a demigod.