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Pantaleon clears his throat expectantly, startling you - you had been lost in your recollections. You quickly scan the stream and banks but see no nymph or naiad present. Without much else to go on, you simply elect to continue up the banks of the stream, to see if you might discover the source of the water’s filth.
In ten minutes time, you come across a small wooden shrine, perhaps only as high as your thighs – festooned with leafy vegetations and fronds of the river, as well as various lilies and flowers. You haven’t seen it before, but clearly, some of your staff have placed offerings here – the faint scent of roasted barley and fish seems to linger about the place. You know your brother well enough to know that such a shrine was not his doing – he was quick to whittle away his boyhood, but could not part with his childish oath against all the sons of Tethys and their kin.
Again, you crane your neck, but see no signs of daimons in any direction – the muddy stream continues out of sight, and around a bend. Pantaleon and his men try their best to look disinterested in your wanderings, patiently shadowing your steps, but you suspect that they know that you are hunting a daimon - they are eager to see one of the divines, you are sure. You sigh deeply. What do you know so far? You have reason to believe that your staff have made offerings to the daimon of the stream in the past, and you can reasonably surmise that some aspect of these relations has gone astray, but not much else to go on.
>How will Deianira solve this dilemma?
>Inspect the shrine more carefully?
>Have Pantaleon and the hunters scour the area for informative tracks, and other such clues?
>Return to the oikos and inquire among the commoners who built the shrine and who uses it frequently?
>Deianira continues to march alongside the riverside in the hopes of finding the daimon who resides with the stream?
>Something else?
