Charidotes, Diaktoros, Eriounios.
"Do you like to impress people?" Tim Drake, aged 22, asks innocently of the Nexus, hands clasped behind his back. He looks slim and put together in a black suit, both of which are illusions. "What I mean is, do you enjoy it, when it's something you have to do? Or do you always find it silly and pointless, even when it's necessary?"
Sitting by his feet is a medium-to-largish wooden chest, elegantly carved. The insides are lined with lead (forgive him, various Super-people, it's just a habit) so the contents remain a mystery to those with x-ray vision. But there is a lovely card on top that says Ἑρμῆς.
"Me, I think it is silly and pointless most of the time sometimes it's very important and that might be exactly why I enjoy it so much."
Sitting by his feet is a medium-to-largish wooden chest, elegantly carved. The insides are lined with lead (forgive him, various Super-people, it's just a habit) so the contents remain a mystery to those with x-ray vision. But there is a lovely card on top that says Ἑρμῆς.
"Me, I think it is silly and pointless most of the time sometimes it's very important and that might be exactly why I enjoy it so much."