<div align="center"><em>Charles Beckendorf, Leader of Hephaestus' Cabin, talks with Vincent</em></div><hr/><br/>Stretching his arms above his head before rubbing his stomach a little, Charles walked back to his cabin. He was the Leader of Cabin 9, Hephaestus' cabin. Not many liked the god of the forges because he was 'ugly' and had that metal brace on his leg, but Charles liked his dad. Even if the man had never spoken to him directly, he knew that Hephaestus had some kind of love for his children. Why would be bother to claim them if he wasn't proud of them? Granted, the only ones that got claimed by him were ones that had managed to do something that impressed him. Charles had built a bronze dragon that used to protect the camp before the magical boundary was put in. That's what had got him claimed. The dragon was long gone, lost in the forest somewhere. All machines broke down eventually and Charles was sure the dragon had sensed it's own ending and shut itself down in the forest.<br/><br/>He saw his sister, Tiffany, storming past him and feared for whomever had pissed her off. Not that she was violent, but she could hold a grudge. What surprised him was to hearing hammering going on in their forge. As far as he knew, Tiffany had been the only one that wasn't at lunch with them. He was ready to crack someone's skull when he saw that it was that Vincent guy he'd loaned a work belt to earlier today.<br/><br/>Charles had a feeling that this guy, while didn't have the physical features normally attributed with children of Hephaestus, was his brother, "What you working on?" he smirked as he walked over to Vincent. Many younger kids were scared of him. A tall, muscular, black boy with a glare that would scare even most monsters was not what children wanted to see. Luckily, Charles knew how to soften his features when he wanted to, "Did ya fix up everything you wanted to?"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr/><br/>Tiffany waved off her brother as she looked around for Jeff. She eventually found him sitting near the forest. Men were always attracted to those wood nymphs. Even she had to admit that the tree girls were attractive. She stood a few feet away from him and thought about throwing the dice at his head. Instead she walked up behind him and put the dice in front of his face, holding them in the palm of her hand. The gold one (http://www.triktopz.net/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/ttdicegd.jpg) was on a six and the iron one (http://www.wilsonrailing.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/dice-index-main.jpg) was on a three, "There's your dice."<br/><br/>"Perfectly balanced," he'd not said he wanted fixed dice, "I even put a special celestial bronze core in each of them to make sure they weigh the same and you can throw them at monsters and it could cause harm to them," not much, but she liked doing stuff like that, "You'll never find a better pair of dice in the world. The only person that could make any better would be my father. Though I doubt you'll be talking to him any time soon."