Megara's heels clicked loudly on the ground as she walked towards the tavern, the two idiots that Marcellus had dumped on her trailing behind her uncertainly. So far as she'd seen so far, the two were completely worthless to their mission, though of course, there was always the slight chance that they could make good cannon fodder.<br/><br/>Reaching the tavern where Marcellus had told her to look for more idiots, she glared up at it, then turned her gaze on the man smoking by the door with his hood up. Her eyes narrowed a little-she hated smokers, but then, considering her current position, she didn't exactly have much choice right now. "You. Do you know anyone willing to risk their lives for a job? Actually, scratch that-they'd be risking their souls, not their lives."<br/><br/>She was quick to correct herself, knowing full well that if they were caught that it wouldn't just be their lives that were forfeit, but their eternal souls, too-after all, there was a very good reason why Mount Olympus was considered impossible to penetrate.