"Thanks," Adia replies drily, taking the pseudo-compliment as it was intended. "That was a while ago, anyway."

The bar looks so peacefully mundane, compared to the Nexus and even her current home, that she feels a bit disoriented. She follows Martel to a booth and slips into it, sinking into the creaking leather seat with a sigh. "It was a cult... I forget the name, it was a long time ago, made up of mostly women. They would drink themselves into a kind of frenzy. They killed Orpheus, supposedly -- the son of one of the muses."