Berenike smiled as the Godsmackers, Deity Death-Dealers, Mr & Mrs. Potentate-heads, Habitually Epically Rip-roaringly Ostentatious Experts of Silliness (H.E.R.O.E.S.) Seekers of Olympus were beginning to take shape.

She looked to the two others. "Cheiros, what say you? Helecionus, what of your son, Nassus? Shall you give him the chance for a life, or at least a famous death? or, shall he be relegated to a heroic death in ignominy?"