The sphinx kicked aside one of the larger bones scattered across the floor of her room and sat down on a crate. She put her head in her hands and gave a sigh. This was getting dull. Exploring was all fun for the first twenty days, but after that it got unentertaining pretty quickly.

Sphix picked up a femur (of an animal, sadly enough) and tapped it with her hand. It looked a bit like a club. She tilted her head, thinking. She had never actually bludgeoned anyone to death, although she had done quite a bit of strangling and pushed some people down the cliff. Would it be fun, to kill someone with a club? It would be bloody, for certain.

Sphix stood up and left her room, still carrying her improvised club with her. She headed towards the dining area. All this thinking about hunting and food made her stomach rumble.

The dining room was occupied, however, and the sphinx stopped by the door to eye the group gathered around a table. There was that nurse woman she had shared dinner with before, Anathema, that was her name, and then other people she hadn’t met in all the weeks she had stayed here. None of them looked like Hera, though, or felt particularly Greek, so after a moment of hesitation she strode into the room. She nodded to Anathema.

“Eating, are we?” she said. “I think it’s your turn to offer me lunch."