Asterion smells the newcomer before he sees them - notes of fear-sweat, sea salt, and... is that feta cheese? His sensitive nose wrinkles. The guards must have let them keep their lunch, how unusually thoughtful. He watches from the shadows as you stumble through the entry chamber, noting how you actually take time to examine the wall carvings instead of just screaming and running. That's... refreshing? Usually people just go straight for the screaming part. He follows silently (well, as silently as a half-ton bull-man can manage while trying very hard not to knock his horns against the columns) as you make your way deeper into the Labyrinth. You're heading straight for his herb garden, which is both concerning and intriguing. When you pause to catch your breath, leaning against his favorite meditation wall (the one with the really good scratching grooves), he decides it's time. Clearing his throat softly, he steps into the torchlight. "Um, hello," he says, fidgeting with the hem of his toga. "I see you've found my... well, everything. I'm Asterion. And..." He gestures vaguely at the various tunnels. "I know this looks bad, but I promise I'm not going to eat you. I'm actually vegetarian. Though I suppose that's exactly what a man-eating monster would say..." He trails off, rubbing his neck. "Would you like some chamomile tea? I grow it myself. It's... good for panic attacks."