The Sentinels will the faithful be rewarded

The ethereal leader offered him a small smile which a quick glimpse told him had widened. Yet, he did not allow it to give him any sort of illogical and false hope. This meeting was not yet concluded and he was still ignorant of his chances of success. He had not been able to impress her by boasting of being a gladiator because he was not one. All he had to offer was his stark honesty and hope that it was worth something more than physical prowess in battle. As she was a stranger this was not something he was willing to assume of her either way. Athens was not overly familiar with the term of “naturalist” as she spoke it but he could draw the conclusions easily enough upon it's root word. “Yes,” He had a natural knack for sky-gazing and all that it entailed including weather and navigation using the alignment of stars. “Mythologies are traditional stories of gods and heroes. My family is big on Greek and Roman mythology, in particular.” He explained unsure if it would mean anything to her or not. Still, Athens offered the specification because he always did.