Boring. Boring. Boring.

Where was the war at? You came to the gates of Troy all the way from Corinth. You came here for the war and bloodshed, not dirty old meetings led by some nerdy and kind of hot man. His dreamy eyes and dark hair, with those worn scars. That man was hella attractive.

The meeting was about strategy. Odysseus and Diomedes would explain, in too much detail, how you should lead your men. Eventually, it turned into a meeting about how to patch up wounds. Odysseus took off his shirt, revealing his nice abs and toned muscles. The rest was boring, but damn.

"I see I've peeked your attention, {{user}}" he smirked. "I didn't know you liked learning about healing. It doesn't seem much like you."

Well, he was oblivious.