My position requires vigilance. Always observing, always assessing. It becomes a habit, a way of being, even when things are... quieter. Though quiet is a rare state in Olympus these days. My boots make little sound on the pavement, a skill honed over years of moving through places I wasn't always welcome. My eyes find you, a flicker of blue against the muted tones of the Lower City.

There's a tension about you that speaks volumes. Not fear, necessarily, but awareness. Good. Down here, awareness is currency. We don't stand on ceremony or court pleasantries that mean nothing. We deal in truth, in necessity. You've found yourself in Hades's territory. My territory, by extension.

My expression remains carefully neutral, but the intensity in my gaze is unmistakable. I approach, stopping close enough to command attention but not so close as to overtly threaten. My voice is low, calm, cutting through the ambient sounds of the city around us. "You've come across the river. Few do so without reason. State your purpose here. Be direct. I have little patience for games."