<div align="center"><em>Jeff</em></div><br/>The Blond took the dice and smiled up at Tiffany, he had half expected her to not make them at all. It wasnt like she had sworn on the river Styx to make them, must have been the pride that most of the campers suffered from. When Jeff had originally been a camper years ago only children of Athena had the flaw, the occasional child of Apollo and Zeus would exhibit this back then. 'That was then' he thought getting to his feet after pocketing the dice.<br/><br/>" Why thank you Dear cousin for the lovely gift " he said semi-sarcastically, he doubted only Hephaestus could make better dice. Tiffany did have siblings after all and a few children of Poseidon  knew their way around a forge. Chaucer brushed off the back of his long black and gold coat and began to chuckle, she believed he wasnt close to thee gods. If it was an assumption she was mistaken "Ah Tiffany you think me and Forge aren't close, Hephaestus often gives me a ring when Hermes is to busy to get his supplies".<br/><br/>While Hermes was fast and divine, his duties to Zeus would come before other gods. Picking up the slack were Fully trained<em>Hero's</em>like Jeff. The lame god often contacted Chaucer to obtain and deliver rare and dangerous items to him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Phil</em></div><br/>Chaucer it seemed had stopped his fixed dice game once Tiffany of Hephustus cabin had walked up and confronted him. Phil turned his attention back to his meal, he thought of Lexi for a brief moment before getting up from his seat. Greene walked out of the pavilion and looked around it was a bright sunny day, Mr. D must have been a good mood or he didnt really want to deal with rain. It was hard to understand just how the gods thought, they were not all knowing that was for sure.<br/><br/>The head of Demeter's cabin wondered if and when he would be called upon for a quest, sure he wasn't much for slaying monsters but every once and awhile it was nice to get out of the camp.<br/>