“I suppose wherever he wants to sleep. They have beds and barracks here, but I should warn you about the guards here, so to speak. They belong to a tribe called the Buduga, comprised solely of men that they have captured as children or adults. So you may not want to stray too close... Although they have little use for someone so deficient in combat.”

Hades was annoyed, a little, but in the way where he was enjoying it more than he wasn’t.

“Prometheus should be fine laying his egg. I will be able to care for it and sustain it once it is laid,” he said. Hades did idly worry about this child considering his last son. He stuffed that idea down low. He’d grieved enough for now.