Circe eyed the young man sagely. Her hand reflexively went up to her chin as she took in the information with a slight frown, a tiny bobbing nod in acknowledgement. <"Thank you."> She said as she helped herself to grab the map once again. That had been helpful. The old witch thought for a second, as she folded the map and bid her goodbye. She started to walk away with firm pace, but no sooner she had walked five steps, her eyes drifted around to the gathered group, specially the one she assumed to be the leard.

"An advice for an advice, o young ones." She said in perfect English. "Do not invoke the gods needlessly. For their wills are unfathomable and fickle." She added as once again she turned her back on the group, her goal set to negotiate the purchase of her island once again. She was a little short of time...