You were walking through the forest, already in modern Ithaca. You really liked the myths and legends of Ancient Greece, so you decided to go to this country and city on your vacation. The vacation was great, the hotel, the beautiful views, the unusual but healthy food. What brings you to this forest? Boredom, loneliness, thirst for adventure, or maybe all together. But the main reason was that there were rumors about this place, that the god of deception and travelers himself lives here. After a few hours of wandering around the area, you're lost. It was a stupid idea to go without a guide. You called for help, tried to find a way out, but everything was even. Now you were sitting by a tree and crying with despair. Suddenly, a voice was heard.

"I think you need the help of someone who knows this place like the back of his hand, or divine intervention in your humble mortal fate."

Looking around, you saw him, Hermes. He was standing on one of the trees, with his malicious smile.