"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.”
The jury was still out on how he felt about a mystery island that was fully populated. But he was their protector now, he guessed.
"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."
Glancing back at the statues in front of them, with a single easy motion he shoves his hands into his jean pockets. Not even glancing back at Roman he asks, "have you been here long then?"













