He senses something vaguely... familiar about the other, though he knows he has never before met him... At least he doesn't think that he has, but then again, he has met many, many people in his lifetime.
Be that as it may, familiarity is not the only thing he senses.
Power. The kind that radiates from a small––and ever dwindling––number of peoples. He knows that he is not Greek or he would feel the tie to him, as he does with any of those over whom he is king...
Well, perhaps he is a little curious. After all, he seldom comes across one of his kind...
And so he approaches, careful to keep his manner non-threatening. He supposes that she last thing that anyone wants is to have too immortal––and quite possibly both very powerful beings––deciding to battle in the presence of mortals.
"Greetings, fellow traveller."
