Name: Sparrow Ornitho<br/>Location: Camp Halfblood<br/>Attire: White short-sleeved henly, black jeans, and black boots. His bracer is on his arm.<br/>Weapons: Crossbow (In Bracer Form) and Hunting Knife.<br/>God Parent: Aristaeus<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://s1283.photobucket.com/user/Metilinos/media/eb5268e0-9873-41e5-9c4c-8cfef627517c_zps57f05aa8.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i1283.photobucket.com/albums/a559/Metilinos/eb5268e0-9873-41e5-9c4c-8cfef627517c_zps57f05aa8.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Tagging: Day/Sage<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Head trauma isn't always visible so easily." Sparrow noted, pretty quietly, he'd be surprised if anybody even heard him. It was almost as though he was just recalling something he'd learned about weapons. In many cases, blunt trauma can leave a lot more internal damage than external, which is why maces and other blunt weapons had taken rise in some armies, mostly those going against enemies with tough armor to cut. Not that it mattered, she'd simply fallen, or was maybe pushed, not that Sparrow knew. Either way, that was a distant fraction from serious damage in most cases.<br/><br/>He watched the girl start to walk off towards her cabin, at least he assumed that considering it's where she said she was going. There wasn't any point in stopping her, she wasn't showing any signs of head trauma, and either way, what didn't kill you made you stronger. Plus she seemed just a little embarrassed, there was no point in forcing her to stay.<br/><br/>It was at that moment in time the girl asked if anyone had seen Dionysus. What Sparrow wanted to say was that the god of wine was probably sleeping in and slacking off like always, being the slob he was. Of course, Sparrow was smarter than to ever talk down to a god so directly. Especially in front of others he didn't trust. He wondered why she didn't asked about Chiron instead. What could Dionysus do that Chiron couldn't besides make bad puns and wine out of water, Sparrow wondered.<br/><br/>"No clue. He could be sleeping." Sparrow said, which was the much nicer version of what he wanted to say about the god of wine. "Why do you need to see Dionysus exactly?" Sparrow asked, edging out just a hint of skepticism.