She yelped, before turning to grin at him as they entered the house.  "Relax.  We haven't even gotten to the explanations yet."<br/><br/>Inside the place, a pretty but unexceptional young woman rushed out to offer a tray of drinks, but was hard to notice as loud footsteps sounded.  A tall, grizzled man with a short beard and Grecian features emerged from a hallway, with a trident in one hand.  Over his left shoulder was a leather strap, from which a large conch hung.  He wore summer clothing, long shorts and a t-shirt, of the sort that wouldn't stand out much in Miami.<br/><br/>Kelly, almost immediately, dipped into something that might have resembled a curtsy if you looked at her sideways.  "Lord and Cousin, we..."<br/><br/>"I<em>know</em>, Kelly," the God interrupted in a tone that was stern without being irritated.  "It wasn't your fault, and for once that's the truth."  He turned to gaze upon Dave.  "You are David Blackheart?  Welcome, cousin."  Triton's tone was pleasant, though undeniably forceful.  "I apologize for troubling you, but I am told that your skills in battle are great, and I fear that few of my brothers and sisters are at hand to attend this need."  He didn't sound all that apologetic, but at least he was trying to be polite.