[He gazes upon her then as one would gaze into the depths of a pond, trying to discern through the murk what lies beneath. When she draws back, her delicate wrist withdrawing to her side, he draws closer, a sharp step cutting the distance between them. He moves as though afraid that she might slip away, as though she may be mist more so than flesh.]

Yes, that is the name bestowed upon me by my father. His great name is known across all of Hellas for his triumphs in the bloody jaws of war, yet here we are so far from any shores I have trodden before. Moreover, I shine not so brilliantly as he who sired me, and thus my name casts a shorter shadow - yet you have heard of me too.

I ask of you, sweet maiden - if you have any news of my father, some bit of his tale that I have not yet heard, then you must make all known at once.