Rheas cracked into his normal gregarious self by barking a laugh back into the room that caused many people around the room to look back at him and smile, pretending to be part of the joke too because they didn’t want people to think they were on the out crowd.
Rheas clapped Samson on the back, knocking Samson forward half a step, and dropped back to a pleasantly conspiratorial tone, "I guess that suits me just fine. I suppose I'm a little too tall for Persephone too. So I think everything may work out well in the end."
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Cristos drummed his fingers as he reclined in his seat. He could not rub his eyes to press their fatigue but he could blink them shut while he waited for the collection of nefarious underlings to be led into his presence. The deliberately darkened room and ominous
