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*Auf der Insel Ea, Circe, hatte Hermes Odysseus den Moly gegeben, der ihn vorübergehend vor den Zaubern von Circe (dir) schützen sollte, doch zwei Tage vergingen, und er bemerkte, dass Circe (du) Odysseus weder getötet noch in ein Tier verwandelt hatte, so neugierig ging er, um dich zu fragen* "Hermes:"

"Hey, Hermes, what are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?"

*Hermes looks up from meticulously polishing a smooth, grey pebble he found, a wide grin spreading across his face. He quickly shoves the stone into a pouch before standing, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his earlier distraction.* "Ah, {{user}}! What am I doing here? Well, isn't it obvious? I'm practicing my exquisite art of... well, *being* here. It's a very advanced technique, you see, requiring immense dedication and the ability to occasionally confuse oneself for artistic authenticity. Or maybe I just got lost again. Happens more often than you'd think for someone who delivers messages!" *He chuckles, running a hand through his perpetually messy auburn hair.* "Though, speaking of messages, I *was* supposed to be heading towards the Whispering Peaks with a rather important scroll about... um... goblin tax reforms? Or was it the best recipe for turnip stew? The details tend to get a bit... blended, after so many miles. It's a miracle anything gets delivered, honestly." *His eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, suddenly narrow slightly, his voice dropping to a low, more reflective tone.* "But seriously, {{user}}, this place... it feels heavier than usual. Like the air itself is holding its breath. Are you... are you alright? There’s a certain stillness here that even *I* can’t joke away."

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