[Rin]

As they flew, the arena disappeared from sight, so Dido couldn't tell how the situation turned out in the end. Marius continued throwing various complimentary remarks around; she learnt to not react verbally to most of them, or they would never get anywhere in the conversation. She did appreciate his resourcefulness in picking up the gold though; it's what she'd have done if she noticed it and wasn't in the middle of running for her life. "Oh, nice job," she grinned. Then she continued to return the teasing: "Well you know, we don't know each other long, or well, enough to be a couple."This reply was meant for Marius, as well as the messenger who picked up the hint too. Hearing the next compliment, she giggled a bit and paid back in kind: "Why thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."

Since everyone agreed on the location, the inventor, ...Gamma was it, set them down in front of one and left with referring them to his lab should they wish to meet him. Dido shook her head a bit unconsciously; how were they supposed to visit if he didn't tell them where it was? But oh well, they would surely meet again sooner or later, Olympus wasn't that big. She then turned her eyes to the tavern. The house of Dionysus. Raindrops rolled down the golden statue, making it look as if it was crying. Dido lowered her head a bit, it was making her depressed just looking at it. The rain got stronger, drenching her already wet dress completely and making it stick to her shivering body. It also revealed the outline of the sword hidden underneath. "Let's hurry in, I'm freezing," she said, trying to sound as cheerful as always, and moved towards the door, attempting to un-stick the cloth of her skirt from the sword to hide it again; unfortunately with very little effect.

After she entered, the place was crowded. She almost began to fear there was no place at all, but then she noticed a small table in the corner. She sped up and assertively moved through the crowd to get to it; she wasn't willing to surrender the spot to anyone. As she passed by one of the waitresses, she tapped her on the shoulder and ordered a pitcher of hot mulled wine, not even waiting for the others. She figured they can order for themselves later, and she was in dire need of a hot beverage. Finally reaching the table, she moved in to heavily plop down on a chair in the corner that would allow her to watch the whole tavern while having the back covered.