<div align="center"><em>Vincent accepts a deal. </em></div><br/>With the magical filling cup, Vincent was sold on the camp. Curosity washed over him more than anything else and when he started to see things that were impossible he didn't ask questions. He was the kind to go with the flow, Abigale said it was "magic" and there was no desire in him to find the reasoning and logic in it.<br/><strong>"Ohh are those the goat men you are talking about?"</strong><br/>He thumbed over at a satyr in the distance, staring at it in awe and more so when he saw a half horse half man come into sight.<em>Whoa...</em>He mouthed silently, looking around at the groups of people gathering. It was like he was in some weird fairy tale, which had him recalling the monsters she had mentioned. He had not seen any personally, but if these creatures around them where friendly...then the ones outside the camp in the forest, which Abigale warned him about, had to be enemies.<br/><br/>For the first time since he met her, he was more interested in what she wanted to say then her tits.<br/><strong>"Deal, I ain't difficult, I can sleep in a chair or the floor." </strong><br/>His attention was still going left to right as if his eyes had been opened for the first time since he came to the camp. His attention went to a smoking hut in the distance (Hephaestus cabin).<br/><strong>"Hey is that like a Steel mill?"</strong><br/>All the cabins looked so different from the other, it make him wonder why the one he was going to be bunking in was so worn down. Perhaps he could make some of the much needed repairs the next day to make it look a little better.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Clint wanders off to dinner, leaving Cecilla on her own. </em></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.camacdonald.com/birding/BlackFalcon%28HT%29.jpg)</div><strong>"That won't be till after dinner, speaking of...I am hungry. Have fun Odepia Rex."</strong><br/>Bored with the throng of people he departed and made he vanished in a plume of black smoke. Moments later a black feathered bird shot out from the crowd and elevated to dive bomb into the pavilion with a screech before transforming back into the dark haired Clint, just short of barreling into some of the food tables.<br/><strong>"Ohh tacos..."</strong><br/>He spoke to himself, grabbing a plate and fixing himself up a few tacos, not even paying attention that he had cut in front of everyone. If they wanted to make a bid deal out of it, they could...<br/>