He was an interesting one, was Much the Miller's Son. As animated and personable as Will Stutely was taciturn. The kind of talkative that encouraged those around him to open up as well. The kind that was very easily mistaken for buffoonery. It was Much who had helped her niece Marcella find her Olympian family, tracking down contacts first for Athena herself, and later for Ares. Whatever else he was, Much was no buffoon.
"Martini, dirty," said Athena, sliding onto a bar stool. She considered him for another moment. What has the world dealt you? she wanted to ask him. Why are you in such sore need of a drink tonight? But asking outright could simply prompt him to clam up; the Merry Men had good reason to be wary of Olympians who took an interest in them. "Are you waiting for somebody?" she asked instead. "You keep looking around."