Circe held the map, frowning. Navigating these modern cities was nightmarish. Once upon a time, the entire population of Greece could fit inside a single district of the capital. Now, Athena's own city had swelled to unrecognizable levels. And she still didn't know how to use those cellphone gizmos, which she thought it was the reason why people didn't get lost.

She briefly considered doing magic divination to find her way quickly, but she refrained to do so. Magic could potentially draw a lot of unwanted attention. The old witch simply resigned to finding her way in the traditional way: Asking a locale. She found her victims readily. There was a mixed group of youths whose members did look foreign alongside a young local man. 

<"Excuse me."> She said in a fluent but slightly odd and archaic greek. <"Do you know where this place is supposed to be?"> She pointed at the map, readily, as she focused her gaze on Demitrius.

Wait. Wasn't one of them that Salem Cult leader upstart? She thought as she sideglanced at one of the women there. Well, she didn't have for this. She was on her way for a business meeting.