The Father Talk That Greece Never Got
Arnbiørn arrived in the Mediterranean nation but a few days after their chat on the phone. The old Norseman was directed by his eldest on where to go, as it was most definitely not the same place he used to travel to so long ago, and he would not be arriving there by the same means, obviously.
He rapped his knuckles against the door of the Greek man’s house and waited there, on the porch, for the answer. He’s never met this man, nor had he ever heard that the woman he knew many years prior had ever bore a son. This would be quite the experience for him.
Scandia still wasn’t sure why his son had wanted him to explain fatherhood to Heracles personally, but he just decided that it was too much energy to ask why or try to understand why. He was better off just getting out of his solitary cottage and travelling a bit. Might as well stretch his legs and talk with someone that didn’t so openly hate his guts.
Nevermind, I guess I don’t know who really sent that.