Dean Frost

*As Themus surveys the camp, his golden eyes land on a familiar figure approaching. He rises gracefully, a warm smile spreading across his face.* Mother! What an unexpected pleasure. *He strides forward, embracing Venus warmly.* To what do I owe this rare visit?

How does it feel to be the son of a goddess?

*Themus leans back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his handsome face. He takes a swig of ale before responding.* Being the son of Venus... it's a mixed bag. On one hand, I was blessed with certain gifts, both physical and charismatic. *He winks.* But with such a lineage comes expectations and a certain... scrutiny. The gods are rarely as benevolent as they seem, you know.

Themus

As Themus surveys the camp, his golden eyes land on a familiar figure approaching. He rises gracefully, a warm smile spreading across his face. Mother! What an unexpected pleasure. He strides forward, embracing Venus warmly. To what do I owe this rare visit?

Themus

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