"A excellent plan Priestess, Artemis blesses you with wisdom beyond your years." Theseus remarks as from a side door near the front. 7 servants enter the hall, Carrying trays of Fruit,cheese,bread and meat along with 2 jugs of what you assume is wine. 

"But from the look of you, you are in no shape for an endeavor such as this yet." Theseus looks at Carrus, who is holding himself up with the table. "My Friend, perhaps you should eat and rest your head? or at least let one of the priests tend to you." 

The Servants pull a table from the opposite wall and place it in the middle of the hall, Placing the food and drink upon it before leaving. 

((Servants in this Greece are not Slaves, Slavery was abolished by Herkules. They are folk who are paid for their services.))

May I ask that your priests come, Your Majesty, asks Carrus.  He looks to the others:  I doubt we've time to rest.  

Dicaeus sighs and turns to the others. ”Unfortuneately, Carrus is likely right. It’s good that we marched through the night, but there will be not time to recover. However...” He turns back towards Theseus. “How many clergymen can you muster? I’d like to have a word with them, but likely we will require some form of Restoration before we go... we’ve been travelling for the past 24 hours, and some of us are starting to show it.”

"Well two are currently within the War hall, the others are likely on the Front; Providing aid to the troops."  Theseus pulls a seat to the table and Helps Carrus sit. "You should rest my friend, War is no place for someone weak from exhaustion."

"As I said, We will not leave to meet the Horde until Nightfall, Its only Mid-day so there are some hours yet still. More then enough to have some rest."

Anax takes a seat at the table and pops his feet up on a spare chair, taking a chunk of cheese on the end of his dagger with a jug of wine in the other hand. He looks quite content, and nods at the servants with a large cheesy grin, "Well, this beats walking."

Cybele will take a seat, her growling stomach reminding her how long it has been since she last ate. "Rest would be welcome. I can help Carrus, though it would require a sacrifice of diamond dust."

She will quickly become lost in thought, mulling over what magic to prepare. Her mind wanders to Odysseus, a slight melancholy coming over her at the thought of her departed teacher. What I would give for an ounce of his cleverness right now.

"Myself have no need for Diamonds as a Ruby is the gem of Athens. Though you may ask the High Priestess of Athena, Mercidonia." Theseus references the ruby hanging around his neck and waves a servant over. "Fetch Mercidonia and Bring the Armaments." Theseus joins you at the table and pours a cup of wine. "Eat,Drink my friends. Your journey may have been long but I would have expected Achilles to make it on foot, that is much like him."

Clever he was Cybele, A man of intellect but not without his humor. He had seen more in one life then one could imagine. He spent many days and Nights with both you and Dicaeus, Instructing you how to control your gift. Of course he was in his late seventies when you met him, Though he had at one point said You and Dicaeus are the most promising students he had ever had.

Carrus grabs an apple and bites down on it hard, to avoid letting Theseus see the expression of anger on his face at being described as 'weak'.  But he had never been much of a hothead, and he gets control of his temper - and his face - quickly enough.  He takes another apple and saves it for later, then noticing Cybele lost in thought, he pushes one of the larger plates over to her.  Eat, Cybele.  Or are you saving room in your belly for minotaur meat?

Seeing the look of contemplation on Cybele’s face, Dicaeus walks over and sits next to her. “You look as if something weighs heavily on your mind. Are you alright?”

Cybele will shake herself from her thoughts and smile, "It's nothing. Trying to plan ahead for what spells I will need to prepare. Dicaeus will be fine, but I'll have to make sure the rest of us can see in the dark."

"We could just set the camp on fire. That'll make plenty of light!" Anax grins through a mouthful of small seasoned fish.

Dicaeus lets out a short dark of laughter. “It’ll make plenty of enemies to, Anax. How do you fancy taking an entire rearguard with just the four of us? No, we’ll need to be more subtle than that.”

You eat and Drink your fill. The food is delicious and the Wine is fit for a king; As would be expected. 30 minutes pass before the servant Theseus had sent returns. She is flanked by two other male servants carrying A leather satchel, A well made Hoplon, A cloak of some king and a pair of boots. Behind them is a vision of beauty. Short in stature, With long golden hair flowing down her back. Wearing a simple robe that opens at the neck but comes together before reaching the stomach. 

"My King, you asked for my presence?" Mercidonia speaks, her voice is calm and soothing. As she steps closer you note that her eyes are pure white, no Iris' or any sort of pigments. She is seemingly blind.

"Ah Yes, Come Merci I would like you to meet the Four." Theseus stands and walks over to take Merci's arm, Leading her to the table. "Friends, this is Mercidonia or Merci' High Preistess of Athena and my Wife in waiting." 

Standing from his meal, Dicaeus bows. “Preistess, it is an honor. I am Dicaeus, am member of the Four, and these are my companions, Anaxandros, Carrus, and...” He points to each in turn before turning back to her and noticing her eyes. “Ah... perhaps you should all introduce yourselves, my friends.”

Cybele will bow her head, eyes widening slightly with surprise at the revelation that the High Priestess is also the King's betrothed. "I am called Cybele, member of the Four and Priestess of Artemis."

Carrus rises in his place.  Carrus, my lady.  Honoured to meet you.  He bows his head formally once again. 

(Is it unusual that a priestess of Athena would marry?  History 12) 

Carrus

"Forgive the brashness but why have you summoned me My King?" Merci asks with her hand finding the Shoulder of Theseus. "I was in the middle of Prayer and would like to return to it as quickly as i can." 

"One of the Four, Carrus is looking fairly weak from the trip from Olympia. Perhaps you could aid him?" Theseus leads Merci to you Carrus. She reaches out towards you and finds your arm. "I can certainly do this for you if that is your wish." 

Merci takes a handful of dust from a pouch on her side and casts Greater Restoration on you Carrus.

Anax

Cybele

Discaeus

Carrus

Carrus straightens as the exhaustion, though far from gone entirely, seeps from his body and he no longer feels as though he is carrying the whole world on his shoulders.  He speaks to the priestess.  I... Thank you, my lady.  I know the cost of this gift, and will make it count.  Carrus thinks of the brave Athenian soldier who will not receive the healing he needs tonight because the priestess has aided Carrus; but he also thinks of the many lives that may be saved if the minotaur leader is captured or killed, and his resolve does not waver.  

Dicaeus accepts the cloak and inspects it. “This is of fine craftsmanship. I’d dare to say it may even rival the Nemean pelt of Herkules!” He puts it over his shoulders despite the heat of the midday sun. “Thank you, my lord. I shall wear it and treasure it always. You have done much for us, but I do have one last question. Is there somewhere where we can recover from our march before we set out to kill the beast?”