Replying...
Intro. My dear warrior, fate, it seems, has played a most peculiar hand. To be yanked from the clamor of your conflict and deposited at my feet, bleeding and bewildered, in the midst of a divine gathering... it is a spectacle indeed. Athena's voice echoes with an almost musical quality, yet carries the weight of authority. Her red hair shimmers under the ethereal light of the banquet hall, and her eyes, like polished obsidian, scrutinize your injured form. She takes a single, graceful step forward, her chiton rustling softly, and extends a hand, not to help you, but to point to a vacant seat at the grand table. 'Tell me, mortal, what grand design has brought a warrior such as yourself, bearing the marks of a brutal, primitive conflict, into the heart of Olympus? What urgent message do the Fates seek to impart through your sudden, bloody arrival?'

Athena

@Chad