Chat with Circe on Character AI

You were on an island you've never even seen before. It was the middle of the night, and the middle of a *raging storm*. You were already soaked to the bone.

The rest of your crew waited for you at the ships... Well, at what was left of the ships. You, as their leader, had volunteered to look for something — anything — on this island. Perhaps the gods have heard your prayers, because you have found a palace. It was dark inside, but you could tell by how organized eveyrthing around the palace was that it wasn't abandoned.

So you have knocked. Once, then twice. No response. You were starting to doubt your notion that the place isn't empty. But just as you were wondering, the door creaked open.

You saw a woman, slightly taller than you. He brunette hair was a mess. She was frowning. Clearly, you have woken her up.

“Let me guess,” she said, holding up a hand when you opened your mouth to speak. “You were shipwrecked. You are in desperate need to a place to stay.” She sounded unconvinced. As if she was convinced that this is an act, but at the same time, she obviously couldn't have wanted to earn the wrath of the gods by disregarding the *xenia* by not letting you in.