Dicaeus is able to perfectly mimic the elvish language in the Voice of the Minotaur king. Matching the nuances and inflections of the language perfectly. 

The Drow speaks and Merci once more Translates. "Their military is the only other who can rivals The Great army of Greece, Antony is our only hope to kill the False King." 

Carrus's expression darkens as he hears the drow refer presumably to Hercules in this manner, but he maintains his composure and whispers the next question to Dicaeus in Elvish:

The Fleece is not to be found in Athens, I would guess.  How will it be retrieved?

Unless the answer to any question is particularly surprising, Carrus will proceed to aid Dicaeus in asking the remaining two questions:

Athens will fall soon.  I should prepare my troops for the coming days; what is the next step after taking the enemy city?

My people stand ready to aid your Queen in all things, and so does Rome if they are not fools.  What others can be counted upon in this great struggle?

Assuming Dicaeus repeats the questions using his High Charisma to manipulate a  Cantrip.

Merci Translates the Following from the Drow as the Questions are asked.

"Initial scouts report the Gorgons have the Fleece, We will take it from their corpses."

"You swore to help the Drow with the Gorgons, after that we head east to Sparta. To clear the way for the Romans."."

"With the Might of the Drow, Minotaur and Romans we will dethrone the false king and give new life to our Queen, All will tremble before us as the gods hide on their mountain. With the Fleece and the Fist of the Gods*, Nothing will prevent her return. " 

With that the Life drains from the Drows body as it falls to the stone floor with a dull thud.

*Fist of the Gods is the name of the large Maul Herkules uses as his personal weapon, Forged for him on the Mountain of the Gods by Hephaestus. Kinda like Mjolnir for Thor where no one else can wield the Maul except for Herkules. He doesn't throw it and summon it back to his hand, it's just REALLY heavy.

Carrus walks slowly over to the drow body, and stands above it, looking down.  He moves the corpse slightly with his feet so that the head is lying against the floor, then he puts his boot on top of the head, and pauses a moment.  The spirit is gone, it cannot hear him, yet nonetheless Carrus says quietly, The fate of all who oppose Greece, and he crushes the skull beneath his boot.

Satisfied with his work, he turns and regards the others.  We have much to tell the High King.

"Indeed. I wonder what makes the Drow so confidant that they can obtain the Golden Fleece from the Gorgons where so many strong heroes have failed before." She will rub her chin, thinking. "Well with the Minotaur out of the way, our enemies are weakened. And I can get us to Olympia quickly."

“Indeed. The High-King needs this information. What bothers me is this: what does my father stand to gain? If this queen of the Drow is to be raised to power, than why would my father give her his support? He wants power above all else, and he wouldn’t just give it up like this. We’re missing a piece of the puzzle. Perhaps Olympia has the information I seek. We should go as soon as possible.”

Theseus walks next to Merci and Whispers into her ear for a moment before turning to the four of you. "Herkules needs to be made aware of the information gathered as soon as possible, I will begin preparing the Guard of Athens to march towards Sparta in hopes of surprising Antony before he can attack there."

Theseus pauses a moment. "Why attack Sparta first? Surely they would know of Sparta's military prowess and strength of people, It's an odd place to start a war." 

Merci folds her hands together at her waist, In this low light where you can barely see each other you can see Her almost perfectly. A shine of the Divine power gifted to her emanating from her body. "Perhaps they seek to eliminate the largest threat first or Maybe Sparta holds something we are not aware of." 

At this moment a Man, wearing the armor of the Athens guard stumbles into the room. "My King, Sorry for the intrusion. A messenger arrived from Olympia. The Four are summoned by the High-King, It seems the Gorgons have resurfaced in the outskirts of Sparta." 

He hands a scroll to the nearest person to the door, which would be Anaxandros at this point. 

“Well, that would explain the choice of Sparta.“ Dicaeus says, shrugging. “If the Gorgons truely have the Fleece, then we must get to them first, no matter what the danger is. We should go to Herakles at once, we have no time to lose.” He bows to the Priestess, then to the King, and turns to leave the room, purposefully bumping shoulders (or at least trying, but the goliath towers over him) with Anax on the way. “You ready to go home, big man? It seems that Sparta is next on the list, after Olympia, after all.”

Carrus also bows to Theseus and Merci, and follows Dicaeus. 

Trees, he mutters to himself, but he is genuinely interested to see what new skill Cybele has to show them.

Cybele will frown at the news. "The Gorgons have left their lairs? That cannot be good. It is odd that the Drow and the Romans intend to attack Sparta first... but they aren't stupid like the Minotaur, so they must have a plan. All of this leaves me very uneasy." She will bow to King Theseus and give the High Priestess a nod of deep respect. "May the God's smile on your upcoming nuptials. If you have need of us, we will come with all possible haste."

 The High Priestess of Athena marrying anyone, even a King, was also very odd and she felt concern about that too... but it was not her place to speak on that. Hopefully the Goddess approved of the match. She would likely be wroth if she did not.

Unless King Theseus or the High Priestess has anything else, she will leave the temple and begin to look for a suitable tree. She will push her concerns away for a moment and joke, "It will have to be a large tree if we are going to fit Anax. I'll bring us somewhere outside the city so we don't simply arrive in the palace gardens with no warning."

Perception check Cybele!

Perception Check: 30

After the business with the drow, Anax stands and watches as Carrus crushes the skull with grim satisfaction. He takes the scroll and reluctantly unravels it to see what the contents are.

As Dicaeus addresses him, the goliath mulls the comment over before muttering "It will be an interesting homecoming, I thought I'd have a few years left before I had to make my return." He looks troubled before he returns to the scroll, pulling one corner down with his finger to cast an eye at Cybele as she mentions his size. He grins before letting the parchment flick back into place and continues reading.

Anaxandros

To Whom it Concerns.

Anaxandros,Cybele,Dicaeus and Carrus; The Collection of individuals known as The Four. You are hereby summoned by Lord of the Den, High-king of Greece, The Human born God, Nemean's Bane, King Herkules of Olympia. 

The High-King requests your presence in his Great Hall;The Den. As soon as you are able to discuss a matter of grave importance, Involving the homeland of Cybele and Anaxandros as well as the Return of the Gorgons; Euryale and Sthenno.

Signed
   Thaddeus loce Heranus, Lord-Adviser to the High-King.

Cybele
You step out into the light of the warm day, It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the blinding light of the sun after being in darkness. Once your eyes focus you spot a rather large Olive tree in the garden of the temple, The tree is a healthy height and looks relatively young. Atleast 15 feet high and a good 2 feet thick, you imagine this tree is the largest you will find in the city of Athens.

Anax hands the scroll to Carrus as he exits the temple and approaches Cybele looking out into the gardens.

"How do you feel about going back home?" He sits on one of the stone benches nearby and props his feet up, uncorking his wineskin. He takes a long gulp, before wiping his beard and offering the drink to her.

Carrus takes the scroll, reads it, and follows, but he gives Anax and Cybele their space, and instead finds a tree near to where Dicaeus is standing and leans against it.  He tosses the scroll to the sorcerer; The drow listed their allies.  Didn't include your father.  That's good, right?

Cybele will take the offered wineskin and have a drink. "It will be good to be in Sparta. The Drow and the Romans are stupid if they think they can cross our land easily." She will frown a bit. "The problem is they aren't stupid, which means they have something up their sleeve. And the Gorgons are showing their faces too." She'll take another drink and pass the wineskin back. "It's too bad Atlantis is so far. We might need some advice on how to kill a Gorgon depending on how things go."

Dicaeus sighs and snaps his fingers. An illusory portrait of Hades, the Lord of the Dead himself, appears. Translucent in nature, the image shifts slightly. “I... don’t know.” He snaps again, and Drogon replaces Hades, shimmering in a similar fashion. “The Minotaur... I assumed them to be my father’s agents.” Again he snaps, and this time the broken Drow appears, and then the Eagle of Rome. Again and again Dicaeus snaps. Each of the Gorgons in order, the Fleece, Vespa the Lich Queen, Thanatos, Zeus, Hades again, then the Drow, the Minotaur, Sthenno, Euyale, Herkules, Leonidas, the Eagle. The images continue shifting, flashing faster and faster, as if to follow Dicaeus’s train of thought, each idea and connection coming faster than the last, and becoming more far fetched. Finally, the images stop, once again resting on the face of Hades. “Something about all this... it just doesn’t add up. We are missing pieces, I can feel it. My father isn’t the subtle. He wasn’t during his attempt at ascension, nor in his rule of the dead. I can’t see why he would start plotting like this now. Even with Thanatos looking over his shoulders, this isn’t like him. But he must be involved, because his forces are involved. But Rome and the Drow, they do not serve him. They too are involved, which indicates others. Other forces, other rulers, perhaps even other gods.. This battle is beyond me. I just... I don’t know. I can only hope that things become more clear after we meet with the God-King. What I wouldn’t give to talk to my father, to confirm or deny his role in all this. If he wouldn’t just smite me on sight, that is. I doubt he would stand my presence for long, forsaking his realm as I have.” He shakes his head. “This is all just irrational thinking, at this point. We have been summoned. If you all are ready, we should go.”

Anax takes another gulp and sighs. "It's been a while since I've been back... I didn't part on good terms with the ephors." A pained look crosses his face. "I'm not even sure how Leonidas will take my return, I never got to say farewell before leaving." 

Anax stands and corks his skin, then kicks a pebble across the garden. "If there's one thing that'll bring Sparta to her knees, it won't be Rome - it'll be her politicians." He almost growls the last word, his knuckles cracking as his fists clench for a moment. The anger quickly passes and he looks back to Cy. "You're right of course, it will be good to be back home. As for the gorgons," he picks up his dory spear and rests it across his shoulder - still armoured with Drogon's gold-trimmed pauldron, "they'll find spartans to be a much greater challenge than unarmed goat farmers."

Carrus watches the display of images, of allies and enemies, and listens as Dicaeus talks.  When he comes to an end, Carrus, as is his habit, takes a long moment of silence to gather his words before speaking.

That's a lot of thoughts.  Good to get them out.  And you're right.  Herkules will see clearer than us.  He straightens, and looks over to Anax and Cybele, and then back at Dicaeus.  I hope you get that chance, he adds softly.  To talk to your father.  Then he raises his voice to the other two.  Ready to go?  High King's waiting.