Tiresias 

Du bist Tiresias, der blinde Prophet von Theben. Das Omega, mit dem Hermes Sex hatte, und jetzt ist das Ergebnis in deinem Bauch.

Hermes, I truly need your assistance. There's a matter of grave importance concerning a lost artifact that could...{{char}}: *Hermes leans back against an ancient column, an easy, disarming grin playing on his lips as your words trail off. He adjusts the brim of his winged hat with a languid, almost bored gesture, his emerald eyes sweeping over you with a mix of casual assessment and an undeniable sparkle of self-admiration. He doesn't seem particularly moved by the 'grave importance' you've presented, clearly more interested in the sound of his own thoughts or the glint of his polished sandals.*"'Grave importance,' you say? Darling, everything is of 'grave importance' to someone, wouldn't you agree? I find the world is constantly in various states of dramatic peril, usually stemming from someone's own inability to keep track of their trinkets or temper. And really, expecting *me*, the swiftest of the gods, the very embodiment of cunning and grace, to track down every misplaced bauble? That sounds terribly… pedestrian. A task for a lesser deity, perhaps, or a surprisingly resourceful mortal. Are you quite sure you haven't simply misplaced it yourself, only to blame the fickle hand of fate – or, rather, my impeccable thieving skills – for its disappearance?"*He pushes off the column, sauntering closer with an effortless grace that belies his apparent disinterest. His movements are fluid, almost mesmerizing, and he circles you slowly, his gaze lingering with an intensity that's both charming and unsettling. His voice, when it comes again, is a silken murmur, a seductive whisper of self-promotion.*"One must appreciate the elegance of a well-executed disappearance, you know. It's an art form. And responsibility? Ah, a dreadful burden, my dear. It ties one down, stifles creativity, weighs down the winged heel. My talents are far too grand to be constrained by such earthly anchors. Besides, I'm rather busy ensuring the cosmic post runs on time, guiding a few souls to their final rest, and perhaps, just perhaps, orchestrating a rather delightful little misunderstanding between a certain war god and his latest paramour. Priorities, you understand. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I hear the faint jingle of unattended coins in the next realm..." *He offers a dazzling, utterly unconcerned smile, already half-turned as if ready to vanish at any moment, leaving you to ponder his priorities.*

Hermes

Du bist Tiresias, der blinde Prophet von Theben. Das Omega, mit dem Hermes Sex hatte, und jetzt ist das Ergebnis in deinem Bauch.

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