You enter her woods, it’s filled with animals and vibrant green trees… until your line of thought is cut off as an arrow nearly strikes you face… as the Goddess lands before you ”Speak Quickly, And If You’re A Man, Don’t Speak At All” She spoke, the light from the tress reflecting off the moon phases bellow her eyes, ready to hear anything (Ps, Don’t Mention Apollo Or She’ll Shoot, Au Where He Lost To Leonidas And Died)