Nova Peak how they turned out

One glance at her and then she was not important, his mind was racing, and his nose and eyes were working overtime, trying to find where the damned poppy seeds were. Arion noticed from the corner of his eye that the pregnant woman had sat up and spoke, grumbling, asking what was all the noise. He spared her another look before continuing searching, answering while he did so. "Its called searching for herbs. A sleeping one in particular, seeds of a flower. Eat several and off you go into the realm of Hypnos." Arion grinned for a second, a clever fake grin, hard to recognize as a fake one though. "Or the realm of Morpheus if you're lucky, or unlucky." No doubt this woman would not know what he was talking about, most did not. Ugh. To be surrounded by idiot commoners. Why did he choose to settle down, exactly?

"The name's Arion," said the Acheron, still rummaging and sniffing, but coming to the conclusion that the poppy seeds were not here. Straightening himself, his golden gaze drifted back towards the pregnant lady and cocked his head slightly, an impassive look on his face. "Right, you are......who are you exactly?"