Hercules - 10:15
Hercules looked at the paper he'd written down the address. He had thought maybe he was supposed to have a formal invite, but he supposed Peitho's invitation alone meant he wouldn't be stopped by guard dogs at the door. His big frame walked into the doorway, hunkering his head down as he did. He was used to being too tall for entrances, so it was habit more than anything yet.
There were a lot more people than he expected (and in truth what did he really expect to find). He questioned if five minutes qualified as an appearance. He held that piece of paper to his chest feeling a little out of place. He hadn't been around this many Greeks in some time.