<div style="text-align: justify;">The Ares cabin were a fearsome bunch. All of them looked tall and unnecessarily threatening to Finn, and he would probably have sat himself down at the other side of the campfire, if he hadn't been from Hermes', where a bunch of the Ares kids had been through during their first time at Camp Half-Blood.<br/><br/>As it was, the children of Hermes were much more scattered than those of the other gods, and Finn had found himself sitting with a couple of others near one of Ares' offspring. He had never been great with names, as he generally preferred to be only <span style="font-style: italic">just</span> acquainted with the other demigods, but he thought he recognized one guy from the practice grounds. <span style="font-style: italic">Aaron or Ash or Aardvark or something, probably.</span><br/><br/>Finn nodded at his neighbor and turned to look at the smoldering wood. No wonder it was still 'just' a regular fire - no one besides the entire Apollo cabin seemed too eager this evening. Nothing special had happened in weeks, and if anyone else felt like Finn did at the moment, campfire songs wouldn't do anything to lift his near-constant state of boredom. Would it really be too much to ask for a minor catastrophe? Nothing <span style="font-style: italic">too</span> crazy, just a rogue minotaur or cyclops or something.</div>