<div align="center"><em>Chiron</em></div><hr/><br/>Chiron listened intently as he talked about the incident with his father, "Yes, many mortals try to keep their children. It never works. The child either ends up here or ends up dead. From the sounds of it, it was likely a Kindly One or more likely a harpy. The harpies here obey us, but not all of them do. Your father is lucky to be alive. Not many other than a hero could take one on. Or see one for that matter. Your parents had a rare ability of seeing through the Mist. Monsters create a 'mist' around them that blinds them from mortal sight. Many mortals through history have been able to see through it. If your father hadn't, then he would of been killed. No doubt about it. Most come to us around the age of ten or twelve, so your parents kept you well hidden. You must of lived in a city, correct? Cities are easier to hide in. The monsters can't smell you as well there."<br/><br/>"Oh, yes. Very good handiwork. Impressive," he nodded sincerely, "Was your father any good at stuff like that? Building things and tinkering?" Chiron was trying to figure out who the boy's Olympian parent might be.