<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In the bloody crimson eyes of Stayne, he thought the Ares Cabin to be pretty strong and nearly like a family in the aspect that they did everything. Although they looked nearly like giants and were very strong altogether... Stayne was more impressed with them as opposed to being afraid of them at all. He was more or less... jealous of them. <br/><br/>But working together wasn't the real problem... In the real problem was his siblings' <span style="font-style: italic">"preferred activities"</span>. The children of Hades were ones to delve into the powers of death, in all her merciless splendor. Over time, this was a little nighttime fun. Calling up the dead and testing their strengths and learning their weaknesses. That is where Stayne was going with this. However, this soon turned to sick joke... One random or the most relaxed of days, one child of Hades would call forth the dead to mess with the rest of their fellow campers. And after having to take the heat for his siblings should it be found out, he grew to finding others to hang out with and having his own nighttime scrap with the dead.<br/><br/>Following the scent of burning wood, Stayne walked with vigor onto the campfire, the singalong apparently was soon to be underway. He had been getting buddy buddy with some of the gods, but he had met one guy at the training grounds slightly often. Aaron, he thought his name was. Surprisingly, his lot had arrived on time... For once. Sitting alongside them, he glanced at Aaron for a short moment before his attention was taken by his troublesome bunkmates.</span>