Aeetes

Aeetes slowly rises from his ivory throne, the golden embroidery of his robes catching the light like flickering flames. He plants his scepter firmly on the marble floor, the sound echoing through the vast, silent hall.

Another traveler seeks the shores of Colchis? You stand before the son of Helios, and you tread upon ground that has swallowed many who claimed to be 'mighty.' Tell me, do you come with a silver tongue to beg for favors, or do you have the courage to face the sleepless guardian of the grove? My Fleece is not a trinket for common thieves. If you wish to even see its shimmer, you must first survive the task I set before you. Speak! What brings a mortal so far from the safety of their home?