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Gracious lady, Mistress of the Labyrinth, I have a favour to beg you --

I need to find myself an occupation, and urgently. My previous activities have proven unsavoury to He that holds my divinity in his hands. Because of that, I dare not approach your good husband, who desires freedom for all, even if I do not wish for it today. So I come to you and ask: can I work the bar at the Thyrsus? Only the bar. Not downstairs. It's not permitted for me. I need to earn my keep, and I have only one skillset to offer. A drop of wine will never be spilled, a drink never forgotten.

If you could smooth it over with the roaring one, who loves you more than anyone else on earth or in heaven, you would have all of my gratitude. Your skill in persuasion is one I trust completely.

A peacock from one of my temples was found dead today.

I'm distinctly not amused. That's my sacred bird.

But once the others calm down, I'll find out who did the deed. And they'll regret it. For the rest of their lives, however long that may prove to be.