"Who are they?"
Vulcan quizzed as he walked behind Athena into the court of Poseidon's palace. He looked behind him, the portal seemed to had been a sloppy track cut from the cleft of some super long rocks. He had slid his way through but towards the end, it had seen like he crawled. But the mystery was, he didn't do any of those.
All he had done was walk in and out of the portal.
He quit looking and concentrated as he kept his pace behind Athena's back.
"I'm sure he's not shy."
Poseidon said. Vulcan didn't owe the psycho any explanation. He was going to do whatever he wanted and that was that there was to it.
He got the idea and stepped off Athena's back and was walking by her side. Athena was leading him to the front of Poseidon's throne. He was acquainted with the place, didn't need to be flushed by the strength of its beauty.