<span style="font-weight: bold">"They just have to hope Huginn and Muninn let that information slip, something that probably won't happen"</span><br/><br/>Milo slipped his blade in the front of his pack alongside his ruined carving as he observed the going-ons in the mess hall "You never know. I imagine magic bugs are a hot topic among magic birds," his ancestors would be rolling in their graves if they heard him say that.<br/><br/>"It's probably for the best though; gods aren't the best at taking bad news. They've got a bad habit of seeking revenge," as if to punctuate his statement a cacophony of clattering trays and screams erupted once again as someone dumped food on a Loki child. Things seemed to be taking a sour turn today, worse than usual even. Milo frowned as things unfolded. There was always drama but something about today told Milo that training would be especially hostile. The Loki child that left felt pretty upset, and while most everyone was reveling in their justice, Milo was more concerned about the consequence of having such a wrath-filled group of superhumans living amongst the normal population.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Maybe that's why we're in a camp,</span>he thought as he grabbed his pack and wordlessly slipped from the table. He made his way across the camp towards the cabins. The campgrounds were always blissfully calm at breakfast; The way the cool morning mist hung in the air was always relaxing and chaos tended to be most contained when everything was still waking up. Milo made his way towards the Loki cabin at a leisurely pace. He gave three solid knocks at the door before immediately regretting his decision. No plan had been formulated in his mind! What was he going to say? Should he give him something? Milo slipped his hand into his bag and withdrew the small carving knife.<span style="font-style: italic">Loki kids like knives. right?</span>Milo's heart sunk as the realization had hit him that he knew nothing about this person.<span style="font-style: italic">Vern, right? </span>he really wished that hadn't been the first words out of hi-<br/><br/>"Vern, Right?" Milo scratched his head<span style="font-style: italic">What am I doing?</span>he scolded himself<span style="font-style: italic">He made these problems for himself I shouldn't be...</span><br/><br/>"I was wondering if you were alright," he raised his voice a bit hoping that the words were reaching a target.<span style="font-style: italic">Just got stuff poured on him, I'm sure he's fine, genius.</span>