<div style="text-align: justify;">Finn had to pinch himself to stop the grin that was quickly spreading across his face as Chiron scolded Makednos. Not like Finn would ever consider himself a mentor - he was too self absorbed for that - but it was still lovely to see the centaur exerting his authority to take the son of Zeus down a peg. It likely would not work, but a guy could hope.<br/><br/>That vague feeling of schadenfreude lasted just until the spinning coin singled out Finn from the Hermes kids and he realized that he would have to go on a quest. With Makednos. And a couple of other kids. Only Sam and Nadine had been singled out, and he did not particularly care to find out who the others were. It was just a task he had to do, and afterwards he did not intend to say another word to them.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: silver;background:silver;"/></div><br/>The Hermes cabin left as they always did, in a close group and everyone chattering to each other. They had bonded because none of them were quite sure where to go and quite liked where they were at the moment. Finn, too, was suddenly aware of how much he appreciated the warm, blue night of Camp Half-Blood now that he had left the big house. His stomach felt like it was full of living, writhing snakes. True, he had wished for a minor disaster, but the uncertainty of what laid ahead was gnawing at him. He threw himself on the bunk bed that had been his for the past four years and stared at the graffiti made by past and unknown bunk mates. He had no idea what he would be doing tomorrow.</div>