SAMANTHA: Okay, ready to continue? Go out the glass doors. You'll see a familiar figure in the hallway.

HERCULES: Hello again! It's me, Hercules. I'm the one carrying the lion's skin. You see that big guy next to me, with one leg and no arms? Go over to him now. I think he can help you get closer to finding your godly parent.

GREEK ATHLETE: So, you're a fellow athlete. Welcome. I see you looking at my head. You're probably thinking it doesn't fit my body, but I was intentionally sculpted this way. It makes me look taller. It's kind of a drag that I'm missing my hands and arms (they got knocked off somewhere along the way). They come in handy (pardon the pun) when you're an athlete. I'd also use them to remove the oil, sweat, and dust from my body with a scraper after I finished a race. In my day, athlete sweat gunk was valuable. Some people would buy it in the hope that a little of my strength would rub off on them.

So, let's continue with your parental quest, shall we? Answer another question for me – in times of war, people of athletic skill are in great demand. Would you rather be at the forefront of the battle, or back home protecting your friends? Make your selection on your player now.