Eyes on the door, Helios caught Liz (could he call her Liz?) slip inside the room. Taking a sip of his goblet full of wi-.. grape juice, the fingers on his other hand ensnared a bright red apple. "Welcome. Take a seat. Eat, drink, be merry. Blah blah blah." He couldn't help but laugh a little.

The young Greek warrior felt at home here. The room could be whatever you wanted. It also seemed that time flowed differently. An hour inside the room could be a minute outside. Of course he never tested the hypothesis...