Callie
I exited the student cult building that held many hazy memories of my past, leaving behind the drunken students and pounding music. There were parties every day in a place like this and looking at it through a sober lens, I could see the flaws in the traditional path of recruiting the next Dionysus from the pack of drunken students. While some of the members here might like organising wine night and keeping track of finances, that didn’t really make them qualified of running the temple. It only offered people a taste of what it was like to take things seriously but it wasn’t exactly a proper internship.
That was about to be changed. I didn’t want the next Dionysus to feel like me when they got the seat. I wasn’t sure if there was enough time for the coaching program to take effect
