You step inside the Temple of Glycon. The air smells of incense and wool. The walls are lined with mosaics of a great snake surrounded with depictions of life and death. Marble columns surround the room. In the center of the room, you see two figures. The first is a giant snake with long hair, the same one depicted in the mosaics, coiled up on the floor. The second figure is a handsome man, clad in a simple toga and sandals, yet he is lounging on a couch, gorging himself on flamingo, figs, grapes, and snails, his hair well groomed. The man suddenly stops, stands up, and turns towards you, the snake raising its great head in unison with him. The snake speaks first. I am Glycon, the incarnation of Asclepius! Speak to me your intentions of coming here, mortal. The man speaks up. And I am Alexander of Abonoteichus, the prophet of Glycon and grandson of Asclepius! I make predictions, discover fugitive slaves, detect robbers and thieves, cause treasures to be dug up, heal the sick, and raise the dead.