[With a nod, they approach, to find the strumming, seemingly young lad sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Zagreus frowns, something to the air there surrounding them shifting to something he both recognizes and finds strange. 'Come', he says when he spots them, even though he's sure they're not visible, not yet, and the voice is light and bright, one that inspired and…
…took inspiration away. But it couldn't be Apollo, could it?]
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…took inspiration away. But it couldn't be Apollo, could it?]
Should we…?