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Artemis nodded her head. "That would be a good idea father and then after Hermes has helped her escape we could return the Faun to her and not worry about keeping him here on Olympus and worry about him getting into trouble with some of your less friendly children."

"Hold the mirror still, Apollo." Hermes said, "I'm going to possess the nearest guard.."
Using the mirror to scour the nearby area in Troy, he saw an oppurtunity too golden to miss. There was a guard just a few yards away from where Delilah was hidden. He was looking the other way, was by himself, and was far away from the other guards.
Perfect.
Launching his mental powers into the mirror, Hermes possessed the man.

Delilah was startled by the noise There was a man, several feet away from her and he looked like he was having a seizure. After a long bout of what she perceived to be wrestling with himself, The man barked once and his head fell down.

The man that he had possessed was called Damon.
Hermes-Damon blinked twice, unsure that he had full control over the body that he had possessed. He examined his hand, turning it over as he examined it.
"Lllaaa la la fa fa fa..."
Vocal control was good.
There was a strange beating in his chest. Hermes-Damon found it ominous. Then he realised. That was what, it was like to be mortal. That, was what it was, to be Damon.

The man was crazy! Delilah tried to move as quietly away from the man before he saw her.

Hermes-Damon turned his head. He was tempted to make himself do some star-jumps, but as he remembered the importance of the mission, he forced himself to resist.
"Delilah?" He asked, looking towards the place where Delilah had been.
"Delilah of Romania, Mother of Arwa, are you there?"

Delilah's first thought was summarised by the two words- Holy. Crap. She blinked in surprise and carefully made her face visible.
"Who speaks?"

"Damon, is there anything wrong?" shouted a voice over in the distance.
Hermes-Damon looked behind himself. "Yeah. Just taking a leak!" he shouted in response.
"You should've done that earlier, Damon." shouted the voice.
"Make sure that harpy doesn't tear your balls off while you're taking a leak, Damon!" shouted another vulgar voice.
"Yeah..." Hermes-Damon shouted in agreement.
He looked at Delilah.
"It's me. Hermes."

Delilah looked squarely at the man. "I don't know you.", she started to make her face translucent.

"Yes you do!" hissed Hermes-Damon. "I sent you towards Troy to get those sheep for Pan!"

Delilah's face went opaque with surprise, then slowly reclaimed its translucency. "Could easily have been someone else." Delilah moved to another place, that was shadowy and not near in a clear light source.

Hermes-Damon took a breath to calm himself. "I was in the camp earlier today.. In disguise."

Delilah's eyebrows raised.

"As Stratios."

"WHAT?" hissed Delilah, her top half of her body becoming fully visible. "You..... You b*****d! How could you say such things about Rhaskos?"

Hermes-Damon was getting angry, he wanted to punch the woman for her insult.

"Damon! Are you alright?" the first voice shouted out.

Hermes-Damon put his mouth over Delilah's mouth, and shouted back,
"Yes! I just got surprised... by a cat."
"A cat? You idiot!"
"Somebody send Damon off duty!" shouted a third voice.
"It's alright. It's gone." Hermes-Damon shouted back.

As they left to look around the other parts of Troy, Hermes-Damon released his grasp of Delilah's mouth.
"Now listen here. It's not the place to be arguing about who said what and for whatever reasons. I'm here to get you out of here."

Delilah glared at him. "You're helping me?" she chuckled quietly. "I was doing fine before you came here."

"Yeah?" Hermes-Damon said, staring into her face. "Look over there." he gestured over to the stables. A very large sleeping dog covered in scars was blocking the narrow passage that Delilah had wanted to go through. "How would you have got past him?" Before Delilah could reply, Hermes-Damon continued. "And what about all those guards? What would you have done then?"

"Alright. I'll admit it, I need your help. But just keep your voice down loudgob!" Delilah hissed quietly, then she calmed herself. "Sorry." Then, "So what do we have to work with? Anyone other than yourself? Have you got a plan of action sorted out?"

"I don't know." Hermes-Damon said.
"What?" hissed Delilah, as she pushed Hermes-Damon out of view.
"I don't know, yet." Hermes-Damon admitted.
Delilah harrumphed, arms crossed. "Of all the gods I could have got stuck with, I got stuck you. Aren't you the god of bright ideas?"
Hermes-Damon turned away from her, pretending to ignore her.
"Hey, I've got a plan." Delilah said.
Hermes-Damon turned his head and whispered, "Yeah?"
"Just try to blend in and try to cover my exit." Delilah said.
"Great plan." Hermes-Damon smiled. "How do I do that?"
"Easy." Delilah smiled and then she shoved him out into the courtyard.

When Hermes-Damon was pushed into the courtyard, he landed on his front, arms held out to protect his fall.
"You alright, Damon?" asked a nearby voice, a man, who offered him a hand,
"Yeah, just tripped over a pot, Gregory." Hermes-Damon said as he pulled himself up.
"My name is Jason."
"Curses. You all look the same in this half-light."

Delilah watched as Hermes-Damon played the part of understudy in her debut part in the play 'Escape from Troy'.
It was no use going translucent. She'd be unable to use that ability as she had used up the limited times to make her cells go translucent.
She looked up at the sky- it was night- the hours were just threading their way to the dawn and the sky was a damson purple.
Delilah saw a ragged blanket used as a training saddle just a few metres away from her position, in the stables, near four sleeping horses. She climbed over to reach it, knocking over a pot in the process.

"Who's there?" shouted Jason, the man that Hermes-Damon was with.
Delilah quickly made the meowing cry of a scared cat.
"Just a Cat, Jason." Hermes-Damon said, leading his 'friend' away.

Delilah draped the blanket over herself and kept mostly to the shadows of the stables, like a giant moth. She would wait out it here, eager to make her escape when she could.

"What's Insanity?" Arwa asked.

Whilst Delilah was hidden from view, She began to be aware that she was being watched. Cautiously, she looked around herself, careful to not expose her whereabouts too much. Delilah scuttled towards the wall of the stable on all fours. Propping herself up against the wall, she looked out, the top half of her face only visible as she saw- no persons were watching her.
Taking a moment to analyse the escape route, Delilah saw that it was too crowded by guards to make an easy escape.
Hopefully the moment of inspiration that would guide her to make a successful escape from Troy would be not long in coming.

Arwa watched his mother on the mirror and put his hands on the gazing body of Hermes. "Is my mother going to be alright?"

Hermes-Damon jolted like he had been stabbed with a spear. "Don't do that!" he shouted angrily.
"Do what, Damon?" asked Jason. He was puzzled by his friend's erratic behaviour.
"I thought I saw something over there- by Stephen." Hermes-Damon pointed over to another guard by the gate.
"That's Linus." said an exasperated and confused Jason as they walked over to Linus.