Oh River, You Heartbreaker, Part 2

“The Olympians, you say?” He eyed each member of Sam’s team with renewed interest—idling longer than necessary on Thunder’s pretty face—before finally settling on Sam. “There’s something about you...just looking at you annoys me so very much.”

“Um, I wouldn’t know why, lord-sir,” Sam replied with a half-hearted smile.

He guessed it was his passing connection to the hero who’d robbed Achelous of his horn and his love, but Sam didn’t say that out loud. I’ve got enough problems...I don’t need a god’s misplaced anger hounding me too.

“Ahem,” Farsight cleared her throat, “as I was saying, we’re on a mission for the Olympians and we require your guidance, most peerless of river gods.”

Take notes, kid, Farsight’s playing to a god’s ego, which is the one surefire way to get them to help... Smart, Chiron said.

“Um, have you been listening in this whole time?” Sam asked in an undertone.