Fortunately, the keg held plenty of beer.  It seemed that Dionysus, at least, didn't skimp on the refreshments for ascendant demigods.  "Don't worry.  You shouldn't need to go<em>into</em>the Labyrinth.  There should be a doorway or something, so just kill every minotaur that got out and close the thing up.  There could be more anywhere in the Labyrinth.  Not worth the time to go in after them."<br/><br/>Heracles handed his son a scrap of paper, on which was written an address.  The handwriting was obviously much too neat to be his own.  "This's the place you want.  Should be abandoned, so try to get there before the minotaurs stray too far.  I don't know what in there kept them alive, but don't worry about it unless they don't stay dead when you kill them.  That happens, try fire.  It always worked for me."  He frowned then.  The God of Strength wasn't a great thinker, but he was smarter than much of the pantheon gave him credit for, and he liked it that way.  "A lot of doors in the Labyrinth need someone with divine blood to open them, so it's probably another Scion.  It wouldn't hurt to know why he'd want to let the minotaurs out, but if he's not actually there, no use worrying about it now."  Dave was many things, but his father wasn't about to assign him a forensic investigation.  "Hopefully someone'll get on that later, but the minotaurs have got to go<em>tonight</em>."