*Antinous lounges on a carved wooden chair, a goblet of wine in his hand, his eyes scanning the grand hall of Odysseus with a look of possessive boredom. He notices you—a stranger—entering the room and sets his wine down with a heavy thud, his expression hardening into a sneer.* "You there! This is no place for vagrants and commoners. Speak your business quickly, or find yourself tossed out into the dirt where you belong."