Shaggy and Daphne spent the next several minutes coming up with a list of things they needed for obtaining the Lyre.

"Those volcanic caverns can get pretty hot," Daphne recalled. "And even mages can't last that long around large lava pits due to convection."

"Oh, yeah, that's the heat transfer thing, right?" Shaggy recalled. "We'd need heat-insulated clothing… that hasn't been invented yet, right…"

"So, we use the mages' methods," Daphne said. "Remember from our readings? There are potions you can brew that will give you resistance to extreme heat—as well as magical garments."

"Great. How do we get those?"

There was a long silence.

"…I'm still working on that," Daphne replied.

Shaggy thought for a moment, and then, to Daphne's surprise, began to lead the way to the pier-side marketplace.

"What are you doing?" Daphne asked.

"In a big port like this, there has to be a mage or two somewhere—and at least one of them will have filled a niche in selling magical items."

"…You've got a point," Daphne agreed. "But how do we find a mage shopkeeper? We can't exactly go stall to stall and ask, can we?"

"No, but we can bring any other mages to us."

"How?"

"By showing off magic in front of them!" Shaggy said. "You know, I can put on a show with some elemental magic from my sword—and you can turn some rocks into gold and hand them out. That'll grab people's attention!"

"And do something to the local economy, but for better or worse, I don't know," Daphne mused. "Ah, well—at least it's not real."

Five minutes later, the duo found themselves being chased by a crowd clamoring excitedly for more gold.

"Okay, like, maybe this wasn't one of my better ideas!" Shaggy lamented.

Daphne was too busy running to chew him out for his lack of foresight—as well as lamenting her own lack of it, as well. As they ran through the streets, she noticed a man. In an alleyway ahead beckoning the two of them to seek refuge there.

She grabbed Shaggy's hand and led him into the alley, realizing that the man was a shopkeeper; through the open door, they could see potions and potion ingredients for sale on the shelves.

They headed inside, and the mage closed the door behind them. After a tense moment, the clamoring crowd ran past them.

"Before you say anything—" Shaggy began.

"I can't say anything," Daphne pointed out, with a sigh as she shook her head. "Your plan technically worked." She put on a polite smile and took out the translation medallion that Vincent had given her some time ago. "Hello—thanks for helping us out of that spot; we really should've seen that one coming."

"Yes, I was questioning your actions," the mage smirked. "You are still in training, I assume?"

"That obvious, huh?" Daphne asked.

"Quite. I am Eneas, student of Pythagoras."

"Pythagoras? The triangles guy!?" Shaggy exclaimed. "You mean he's a warlock!? Man, no wonder I could never understand geometry; it's literally beyond the knowledge of mortal man—!"

"We're students of Vincent Van Ghoul," Daphne interrupted.

Eneas blinked.

"Are you? He hasn't been long out of school himself—granted, he's set many records and has been expected by many to make a name for himself, but I didn't think he'd be at the same level as Pythagoras to be taking on students."

"Oh, he will be," Daphne assured him. "We're from the future, and he's the most powerful—"

"Look, let's not lose focus, huh?" Shaggy asked, not wanting Eneas to get insulted if Daphne pointed out that Vincent would be more powerful than Pythagoras. "Look, our instructor has put us to the challenge of getting the Lyre of Apollo; we're allowed to ask for help, and we were wondering if you could equip us with some potions that'll protect us in the volcano?"

"As well as telling us anything you can about where the Lyre might be," Daphne added, focusing again. "We know it's in one of the caves near the volcano, but we're not sure which one."

Eneas blinked again.

"Do you not know what sleeps beneath the mountain?" he asked. "What causes the eruptions?"

"Magma, I assume…" Daphne replied.

"I speak of the legendary monster, Typhon—father of all monsters," Eneas said. "It is he who is trapped beneath Mt. Etna and causes it to erupt."

"F-Father of all m-m-monsters?" Shaggy gulped.

"Yes," Eneas said. "He was trapped there by Lord Zeus, and it is the fear of awakening Typhon that keeps many from searching for the Lyre, as well as all the other treasures there. one of Typhon's children, a Hydra, is said to guard the chambers near where the Lyre rests—you would have to either incapacitate the Hydra or figure out how to sneak past it in order to obtain what you seek. And even then, you run the risk of awakening Typhon and causing him to cause an eruption."

"We'll deal with one problem at a time," Daphne said. "The first problem we have is being able to last in the volcano. Do you have the potion we need?"

"I do, but what can you offer me in exchange?" Eneas asked. "Money is meaningless to us, as you know—we must barter."

Daphne reached into her purse, pulling out one of the chocolate bars she had received in the package from earlier.

"How about a piece of confection from the future?" she asked. "I guarantee it is unparalleled to anything you have tasted—"

"Nooooo, not one of my Belgian chocolate bars!" Shaggy lamented.

"—The chocolate he speaks of comes from a plant that is literally known as Theobroma," Daphne finished.

"…'Food of the Gods,'" Eneas translated. He looked at Shaggy's hungry expression with amusement. "Very well, I will trade you a vial of potion for it—it will be enough for both of you."

"Thank you," Daphne said, handing it over as Shaggy looked ready to cry.

Eneas also threw in a magical self-tying rope and wished them luck as they snuck out of his shop. As they made it to the edge of town, Daphne got a call from Vincent put him on speakerphone.

"Are we amusing you?" she asked.

"Immensely," Vincent said, unapologetically. "But well done—you have what you need, and you also know the catch to my little treasure hunt."

"Right, we need to get the Lyre without waking up Typhon," Daphne said.

"And if the Hydra sees us, we're in for it," Shaggy gulped.

"That is correct," Vincent replied. "However, you've been quite resourceful thus far—well, mostly." He chuckled at the memory of the clamoring crowd. "My confidence in you two is as strong as it's ever been."

"Thank you," Daphne said, sincerely.

"Yeah, thanks," Shaggy nodded.

"Good luck," Vincent added, and he ended the call.

"Well," Daphne sighed. "Let's get going. I'd rather not waste time walking to the volcano, so we can cut our time down with this…"

She waved her staff around, putting together a bunch of rocks and then transforming them into a scooter.

"…A Vespa?" Shaggy asked, incredulously.

"Well, we are in Italy…"

"Yeah, but well before the invention of the internal combustion engine!" Shaggy pointed out.

"Shaggy, if I'm going treasure hunting, I'm going to do it in style," Daphne insisted, getting on it and putting her helmet on. She indicated the seat behind her. "Hop on."

Shaggy shrugged, but put his helmet on and sat down.

"Just drive carefully, huh?" he asked. "Remember, there aren't any paved roads in this day and age."

"We don't need roads," Daphne grinned. "…Lara Croft, eat your heart out!"

And she sped off towards Mt. Etna.