“I would say if you’re looking for salvation, my office isn’t the place.”
She sets aside her quill, shifting her focus from her work to the strange man standing in her office. Empathy’s arms cross as she leans onto the mahogany desk,
“You’re in a part of the House of Hades, most shades —
That would make sense as he was undead by several definitions of the word.
"I'm gonna level with you miss, I think I'm beyond any salva— oh, you mean like helping me know where I am.
Yeah that would be Gucci."
Pragma
𝙅ᔰ𝙓
The goddess lifts her head, straightening her posture as her eyes narrow at the intruder,
“Can I help you?”
She hadn’t seen this person around before, nor did he look like a shade that she had paperwork on.
Pragma
Walking around the place, clearly confused.
"I... Where is this? This looks Greco-Roman. I wonder if there's Doric pillars around."
