Accepting Empedokles' request, Kassandra went to look for the thief who stole the disk. After a bit of searching, she found the thief with his guards.
Greek Brute:Purple dye might stink like rotten dog guts, but I'll be fucked if doesn't make me look like a god!
Greek Soldier:Technically it's made from rotten snail guts, boss.
Greek Brute:...I'm wearing snail guts?
Kassandra killed the thief and his guards, recovering a pair of bracers and the disk from the thief's corpse. She then returned to Empedokles at his statue.
Empedokles:Ah, look how she strides! The confidence! If I didn't know better, I'd say there were two gods on Kythera!
Kassandra:I found your disk.
Empedokles:Praise me! Clearly, I have worked through you.
Kassandra:Clearly. Time to meet the gods, then?
Empedokles:I'd love to introduce you to my family—of course, if you're ready to join me?
(Accept – Yes, I will.)
Kassandra:This should be interesting.
Empedokles:That, my dear misthios, I can absolutely guarantee. A moment please, while I address my audience.
