“Let me guess,” he said. “Odysseus, son of Laertes?” Odysseus bowed. “My mother warned me that if anyone were able to find me it would be you.” “Are you willing to join us?” Odysseus asked. “To go back to Phthia, bring your Myrmidons, and win glory for Greece? Our honor is at stake, and your presence will surely guarantee victory. Agamemnon, Menelaus, your cousin Patroclus, and a great navy await you at Aulis.” Achilles smiled. “Sounds like fun.”
