The morning after…
The four had gone to a sweathouse to relax their muscles from their 'workout' the night before and to talk business. Aphrodite was rich enough to afford them a small one all to themselves.
Sweathouses were like these beehive-shaped structures made from dry-stone, and worked like a sauna. They were believed to relieve ailments like rheumatism, fevers and colds. It's perfect during this season as even when winter has passed, the nights during spring were pretty chilly and they had been sleeping naked on the floor all night.
"Achoo! We were actually going to come and tell you guys that CEO Quasar came by yesterday." Somner said, his nose red and runny.
"He did?" Aphrodite shifted on the rock he was sitting on due to soreness. "What did he say?"
Hermes leaned back against the steaming stone wall, droplets sliding down his chest. "He spoke about the years to come. About the futures we've been trying to dodge."
Apple tilted his head. "Futures… plural?"
