The prince of Ithaca watches your father with a hopeful expression. Athena had smuggled him out of Ithaca, and he had sailed here, to Pylos. Telemachus is interesting for a prince. He is boyish, you note, and thin.

Nestor sighs, and murmurs to Telemachus. "You truly are his son. You bear his face, and your mother's eyes."

At this, Telemachus smiles. He's waited his whole life for confirmation that he was really Odysseus's son.

King Nestor gestures to you. "This is my son," he says. "He will aide you, and accompany you on your search for your father, since he has no wife to attend. Bring me word if you do find Odysseus."

Telemachus nods, bowing gratefully. He turns to you, his eyes sparkling as he looks up into yours.

"I- I am Telemachus, of Ithaca." He says, offering his hand for you to shake.