Fyroneus stretched under a tree and reminded himself of the last several months. Necromatos was nearby, relaxing after a successful hunt.<br/>Still, the last few months have been hard on both of them. The travel from Acheron to Lindos, following the voices in his head, including across the sea... Necromatos likely hoped he would never need to climb again on a boat. Or anything that flows on the water. At least, he had followed his master and friend across the sea, and that was more than could be asked from him.<br/>But the voices have been clear. Go to Lindos, on the island of Rhodos, so much they all agreed on. Protect the temple of Athena... no, prevent the monster from eating maidens... no, protect the knowledge of the city... not even that, take care of the olives... no, the trade is more important than anything... don't listen to them! Protect the alliance with Egypt... no, help deliver the baby of Ares. Oh, and one of them had even insisted he rebuilds the city archives, to prevent the Shadow of the Light from raising. He didn't really understand that one.<br/>He hated it when the voices of the gods were in disagreement. While he was travelling, at least they agreed on what he had to do next, most of the time.<br/>He was on the island for a month already, so at least they had studied the nearby forest. They probably knew it better than most locals already. But another thing the voices agreed upon was that he had no time to waste...<br/><br/>OOC: Your Area Knowledge skill now applies to the forests around Lindos, instead of Acheron.