The Hall of Ithaca
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The great hall of your father's palace is filled with the roar of uninvited guests. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and unmixed wine. Dozens of suitors—insolent men from noble families—lounge upon the hides of oxen they have slaughtered from your own herds. They gamble, shout, and harass the serving maids.
You are Telemachus. You sit moodily apart from them, dreaming of your father, Ulysses, returning to drive this rabble from the house. But Ulysses has been gone for twenty years.
Suddenly, you spot a stranger at the courtyard gate. It is a tall warrior with a spear, waiting for admittance. The suitors ignore him, too busy with their gluttony.