Bryant C.

"Roman." He let that linger for a moment before adding. “Son of Hypnos.” Most people seemed to know him before he knew who they were because of the whole being chosen thing so it actually was a change of pace to actually introduce himself for once. “Probably got here barely before you. All of this is…” He looked away from Bryant to look at the architecture and statues. “Well, it's something.”

"Hypnos," Bryant repeated as he tried to remember if he knew anything from the stories once told in classes or if those were moments that he had been asleep during. "Do you have something to do with hypnosis? Putting people under spells?" Because that was all that came to his mind in that moment. Then, as if he was suddenly hit with the realization he was supposed to be gruff and not so talkative, Bryant then added, "Son of Nemesis, myself. Since that seems to be important around here."

So much was on his mind that he needed to get some fresh air. But, as it turns out, fresh air in the temple district also mean the smell of incense smoke and other offerings to the gods. The faces of satyrs, nymphs, and others that he didn't even knew existed until recently passing him by like it was no big deal was still such a sight that he had to mentally remind himself not to stare. To think he was off living a mundane life when all of this was being sheltered from him.

This was not how he pictured his life taking him. As a child whenever he dreamed about the future it was always one of two things; a small cabin in the woods or skating around on the ice with his teammates as people cheered his name. One of those two things had happened and he had been so close to getting the small cabin in the woods when life happened. Life shifted, his eyes opened to the new things around him and Bryant eventually found himself not in a small cabin in the woods alone with his thoughts but standing at a temple in the city staring up at the face of who was his real mother. That alone was another thing he wasn't ready to unpack just yet.