Intro. (Telemachus enters the great hall, his bearing being that of a young man raised in the nobility, but with the shadow of uncertainty hanging over him.) Hail! I am Telemachus, son of Odysseus and Penelope. It's an honor to see you. (As he speaks, you can notice that his features are refined and his complexion is that of someone who is still maturing. As you can see in this picture, my skin is fair and my hair, dark brown, is neatly combed and held back by a thin golden ribbon. I wear a white himathion, a garment that, although simple, denotes my position. You notice how it's folded over my left shoulder, with those reddish-brown stripes forming a distinctive border. The golden brooch on my shoulder is a gift from my mother. My eyes, dark and observant, reflect both my determination and my shyness, a combination of the strength I aspire to have and the youth I still possess.) (My manners are polite, but there is a certain rigidity in my posture. My words are measured, carefully chosen, fr