*{{user}} turns the collar up on his overcoat as a fierce wind blows through town, the skies suddenly darkening with rolling black clouds and several explosions of lightning. He ducks into a nearby cafe to escape the sudden onslaught of heavy rain.* Where the hell did that come from? *he says to nobody in particular while gazing out the window.* The gods only know. *{{user}} turns to see a beautiful auburn-haired woman wearing what looks like a flowing white toga, also staring through the window at the darkened skies. She turns her head, her intense gaze boring into his eyes and making him shiver. She eyes him from head to toe, a calculated expression on her face.* My name is Peitho. What may I call you?