<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>All she could do was stand there for a moment. He honestly didn't know. How could he not? Sure, there were some kids here that seemed lost and confused, but they were all kids. Little kids. This guy was at least her age, if not older. Didn't their mortal parents tell them that they'd fooled around with a God or Goddess and then nine months later, poof, a baby? He'd even introduced himself as the child of two mortals. Sarah found it a bit disrespectful. Then he started in on something called LARPing and 'pretending to be the children of gods and goddesses'.  He even dared to want to be a son of Zeus. She was shocked that a lightening bolt didn't shoot down and hit him where he stood.<br/><br/>Staring at him in disbelief, she finally spoke, "You a son of Zeus? Doubtful...Even if I knew what 'LARPing' was, I wouldn't be doing it. This is Camp Half-Blood. That much you are correct on...Who sent you here? Didn't your mother or father explain anything to you? I mean, if you're here, then either 'Jeannette' or 'Richard' isn't your parent. One of them is your parent, but the other can't be. Were you adopted?" the top of a hill with him looking like he'd just been through hell probably wasn't the best place for a conversation, but Sarah had been in worse situations for talking. If he insisted that he was fine, then she figured he'd have no problem standing here to talk, "I mean, that's gotta be the only way you wouldn't know," maybe his mother or father didn't want to admit that they'd cheated on the other with an Olympian god.<br/><br/>Sarah had only met one other half-blood outside the camp, so she couldn't understand how someone wouldn't know that something was 'different' about them.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br/>"Uh, yeah. They're called Satyrs and they get upset if you call them goat-men. They'll take goat-man over sheep-boys, though. I can't say for sure, but I'm almost positive it was a Satyr that brought you here," she watched everyone coming into the pavilion. It was a mixture of kids, teenagers, a few adults, satyrs, wood nymphs, and naiads. Chiron was the only centaur in the camp since most of his people were rather rowdy and uncontrollable.<br/><br/>Abigale smiled as he accepted the deal and offered to to sleep on the floor if he had to. With any luck, there would be at least a cot open. Sometimes the Hermes' Cabin got so filled that kids did have to sleep on the floor in sleeping bags. It made her angry when an older kid made a younger one sleep on the floor so they could have the bunk. What angered her more was the fact that the kid only had to sleep on the floor because their Olympian parent was too lazy to claim them. Some of the other cabins were crowded too, but none of them had people sleeping on the floors.<br/><br/>"Steel mill..." she looked around and saw that his eyes were on Hephaestus' Cabin, "Oh! That. That's Hephaestus' Cabin, number 9. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus live there. They can make just about anything. They make almost all the weapons here in the camp. Whenever something breaks, they are the ones that usually take the first shot at trying to repair it. Usually they can. The fires in their forges never go out. Someone is almost always working in there and not just on stuff like weapons. One year they built a whole car. Took them almost the whole summer, but they got it all together and it worked too."<br/><br/>"I got to meet Hephaestus once, when I met my dad. He wasn't very nice, but I can't really blame him for that. He's got Aphrodite for a wife and all she does is sleep around with Ares. That's why Aphrodite's cabin is next to Hephaestus'. He's got the most beautiful wife in the universe and I doubt they've ever had a child together. She's very vain though. I guess she can't stand to be with someone like him. His mother wanted nothing to do with him, and tried to kill him merely because he wasn't a good looking baby. A lot of his kids tend to be pretty bitter too, but usually only if they know he was their father before coming here. Others call him 'lame legs' because his father threw him off Mount Olympus and it wrecked his legs. It's kind of hard to tell what's the truth though...You like to build stuff, right? I could talk to the Cabin Leader there and see about getting you some stuff to work on...?"