Practice run

[tricaputus]

There is no indication of what time of day it is in the Lernean swamp. The sky overhead is grey as always. The mists are just as thick. In the stunted trees the hum of insects is nearly defening. Something, however is new. A sound cuts through the chitinous chorus, a sound that has not been heard in this desolate place in quite some time.  It is a

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[greek_npcs]

There is no movement in the vegetation.

There is no movement in the mud.

Time passes.

Then, with nary a sign, a black-scaled well-muscled limb--tail or neck?--emerges from the muck and attempts to slam this human intruder into the ground.

[tricaputus]

There is a rather inhuman yelp of surprise as the boy throws himself sideways and comes up covered in slime.

Blink. Blink.

"Oh! There you are. I've been looking for you."

[greek_npcs]

Sssssss

"Who comesss to my--"

The hissing chokes off abruptly.

"Sssscerberus? Where are your heads?"

[tricaputus]

...

He's never going to live this down with the others if even Hydra's pointing it out.

"It's a long story. Occupational hazard you might say. Look, I'm very happy to see you (it's difficult to express without the tail. He usually feels obligated to point it out with everyone) but I have to ask. Have you seen anything unusual pass through here?"