She puts an index finger into the glass, stirring the ice around.

"Most would know me as Selûne, but you Clint, can call me Luna." She takes another sip. "Oh, I could get used to this."

"Why am I here?"

She shrugs. "Well aside from fishing you out of the astral sea where most mortals would usually be subsumed by the riptides and to serve me delicious drinks, I could use your help."

Clint looked at her and then drank straight from the bottle. It really did taste like old times…

Clint breathed out a satisfied sigh.

"Er… how I just got here." Clint starts feeling a bit anxious.

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"No silly, out there back where you belong." She turns her head to the side looking a little dark. "I have a sister who is starting to stir up trouble in the world again."

"You want me to do something about a god?" Clint looks at her incredulously.

"Noooooo. Yes. Not right now. It's just that my sister is a bit of a witch, a tramp, a shrew of a sort and she likes to break the nice things I make."

"Ok…" Clint takes another swig.

"Hey don't hog all of it." The bottle wasn't getting lighter and inside still sloshed full.

"Shar, my sister, has been recruiting agents again to do her bidding and is scheming something again." She holds the glass with two hands as Clint fills her glass again.

She swirls her glass in a circle. "You've actually met them once on your old farm."

Clint remembers the terror of that night. "But I searched for them before and found nothing."

"That's not surprising; she was always very good at hiding in the shadows. Well, with this power I offer you. I wish you to be one of my knights." An echo of himself appears, sword in hand fully equipped for battle appears out of thin air.