I had an inkling to stop at the taverna-- though, perhaps that wasn't the best idea just yet, with everything going on.

I paused for a moment, turning my head as I heard a curious noise behind me. My body followed soon after my head turn and I put my hand instinctively on my makeshift belt of ropes and pouches.

"Forgive me, I did not hear you behind me, oddly enough," I broke the silence with my deep voice, my accent thick.. "Daresay, I do not believe I have met you before."

My hand raised as I placed my palm onto my chest, greeting you with as much respect I can muster-- in fear of offense.

"I am Odysseus, son of Laertes."