<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>Mr. D ignored the hand offered to him and Chiron smirked, "Mr. D can be a little...moody..." he whispered to the boy.<br/><br/>The centaur watched as the boy's cup filled. At first he didn't realize what it was, but the smell of the whiskey hit his and Mr. D's nose at the same time, "Chiron..." the god snapped and Harold's cup suddenly emptied.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, right. Sorry, Harold. No alcohol. Mr. D is forbidden to drink while he's camp director, you're underage, and alcohol dulls the senses. So please, try not to summon anything with alcohol in it," he put his hand on the glass, "Plain Coke, will be sufficient?" it refilled with the soda, "I'm guessing neither of your parents ever told you that you were the child of a god or goddess. So I doubt you know where you belong. For now you can stay in Cabin 11, Hermes' Cabin. He's the god of travel, so he accepts all into his home. It's likely to be crowded, but you'll have to stay there till whom ever your Olympian parent is claims you...did you build that yourself?" he pointed to Harold's leg.