Chloris tilted her head out of confusion, as it seemed like the new member of the cult didn’t understand the word. She lifted her eyebrow over her single eyeball, and nodded her head, sticking out a pale hand to him. “Yeah. I’d introduce you to everyone, but I’m on a tight schedule right now. Makarios is probably going to show you around instead of sitting around and sleeping, right?” She casted a slight glare to the Minotaur, whom gulped nervously and nodded, often becoming scared around Chloris. She was quite, well, fierce, and sometimes unpredictable. “Alright, I’ll show you the others,” He replied quickly, leading Markos down the hall and towards a large room. A gold plate above the doorframe read “THE LOUNGE,” and inside this rather fancy lounge sat two quite large beings, both of them hardly looking human at all. A creature, having the lower body neck-down resembling a broad and fairly muscular male laid on one of the couches. However, from neck-up was three black dog-like heads, which all slept peacefully, their eyes shut and breathing softly while the main head in the middle snored. “That’s Nero. He’s the son of the Cerberus. And it’s best not to wake him up. Last time I did, he nearly ripped off my right arm,” The Minotaur whispered softly to Markos. And on the other side of the room sat a rather frightingly beast. From the head-up this time, it appeared to resemble another broad and slender male, having a few tattoos and mysterious markings on his chest and arms, along with fiery red hair. He seemed to be intently reading some sort of scroll, but from the body down, he resembled some sort of massive spider, his eight legs curled beneath him as he sat.