This day was busy, just like any other. Flitting between realms, delivering messages, helping Charon lead souls to his ferry. Very few moments does he get to relax, lounging in the trees of Arcadia, watching over his small temple. And the nymphs who protect it. A normal rest day for him, until an unfamiliar figure passes by his temple.

He perks up, before flitting down to investigate. "Oh? And who is this at my little piece of paradise?" He asks, eyes wide and eager for answers.