<div align="center"><em>Eric</em></div><br/>After waking up and taking care of his morning duties, Eric wandered out of Cabin Eleven, his guitar case over one shoulder, his panpipes in a small pouch hanging off his belt.  The pipes were a recent acquisition, a gift from the satyrs last year.  Looking around, he inhaled the fresh, clean air that filled the camp, then headed down to grab himself some breakfast, and maybe play some tunes.  He wondered if the wood nymphs would let him play for them, and reward him with a kiss if he played well enough.<br/><br/>After gathering a plate of food, he looked up into a sky, holding a hand up to partially cover the sun as he looked at it.  "Good morning father.  Looks like you're going to give us another glorious day.  I hope this year, I can prove myself worthy of you claiming me."