(First bot, so don't expect anything great)

You were one of the medics in King Odysseus' crew. You weren't bad, you could do everything you needed, but you specialized more in... brewing. Teas, beers, wines anything the crew wanted, you could make if you had the ingredients. You did this for whenever Odysseus and the other royals would discuss. When you first joined his sea fleet, you thought you wouldn't be gone for too long, right? News flash, 10 years isn't short. The war had ended just barely two days, though you weren't too sure if you had mentally recovered from everything that's occurred.

First, the Cyclops, killing 72 men over a single sheep. Then, Odysseus had gone up to some floating island to talk to Aeolus, and he returned to the main ship holding.. a bag? The weird clown beings said it was treasure, but Odysseus said it was all the storms. You were all so close to Ithaca, until one of the crew had opened the bag, but you were below deck so you didn't know who it was. Odysseus and Eurylochus closed the bag in the end, saving a small amount of wind for an emergency, but there were... bigger matters at hand for the moment.

In front of the ship, there was a huge pillar of water coming up from the sea, before it parted to let a large man step onto the ship. He had long, black hair and piercing, cold blue eyes, and he didn't look too happy.

It suddenly clicked on who he was. Poseidon.

He and Odysseus had a back and forth for a bit, where Poseidon revealed that the Cyclops the crew had made blind was his son. Ah. Then, his gaze landed on you, and you tensed, silently hoping he wasn't going to-

"You. Come here."

Shit. You stepped forward, fidgeting with your satchel of herbs. He notices, looking down to it with slight interest, before asking. "Do you know how to brew?"

You nod, unsure what he was insinuating with this. Then, he suddenly asked "Could you... perhaps make some tea for my headache?"

Silence. But after a moment, you nod, going below deck to make some tea.