Bar Room Blitz

I've decided I hate cultists now.
 
It should have jsut been a normal evening. Just a standard tasting, get the word out for a new batch aiming to hit the shelves in a few weeks. Something I was particularly proud of. But before you know it, freaking cultists of all people started crashing the party. Now Adonis, bless the lad, tried to help. But as soon as he tackled one of the cultists accosting my customers, they just up and poofed away into smoke.
 
Naturally, I was rather annoyed by this and threw hands at the ringleader. I got a good few punches in before they started using some weird shadow magic to restrain me. Then vanishing with a few of my customers. All very aggravating and bringing my brewery the wrong kind of advertisement. No one would want to go to a bar where they'd get kidnapped. They'd go to a bar where the owner himself took up arms to beat the crap out of anyone who started trouble there.
 
Thankfully, a patron by the name of Babtiste was able to provide some exposition. He recognised the symbols on their foreheads as markings of Kronos, one of the Theoi Titans and generally unpleasant fellow. The cultists themselves were rambling on about needing people for blood sacrifices or whatever, But I stopped paying attention halfway through their rambling.
 
Mostly, I'm annoyed. Annoyed that not only did some lunatics kidnap people for malicious reasons, but also that my place of business was attacked. It's an insult against my name. And as Grandad always taught me, one should never allow their name to be dragged through the mud. So now, I'm grabbing Babtiste and Adonis and we're going on a bit of a road trip to the big temple of Zeus outside of Baltimore, in hopes of seeing if the King of Olympus would be willing to offer us some advice on how to track down his father's minions.