Hermes

Hermes lay on a tree branch, his hands behind his head. He was on Circe's island, waiting for the opportune moment to present himself to Odysseus and offer him help... a divine intervention, or whatever it might be.
Honestly, I just wanted to see how the drama unfolded. I wanted to see Odysseus fight Circe, because I already knew that if I gave him the right tools, the confrontation between the witch and the king would be epic.

He had overheard Odysseus and his second-in-command. Odysseus was determined to save his men… And, after all, that was something the god could count on.

He waited for the right moment to present himself before the king of Ithaca. He had some molybdenum in his pocket, ready to give it to Odysseus, but, of course, only after a grandiloquent and dramatic speech.

As he was thinking about that, he suddenly heard someone approaching. The crackling of a twig startled him, making him look down. He squinted, not recognizing the figure, which was certainly unusual for him. Perhaps some minor god he hadn't yet encountered, or one of Circe's nymphs...
"Who's there?" Her voice had a grace, like a mocking smile, trying to disguise her surprise and a slight uncertainty.