<div align="center"><em>Deal with a clothed daughter of Aphrodite or the birds and ants? Send the birds and ants again! </em></div><br/><strong>"Well tough, the forest is not the best time to bring up such matters. If you think I am saving you again, guess again. Heroes always end up repenting when they find themselves in the underworld, trust me."</strong><br/>The camp was a little further up a small ridge, Clint was wondering how the red head had gotten so far. The hell hound sniffed at the air and sprinted forward, acting like a normal dog would but it was also making sure that nothing sneaked up onto them.<br/><strong>"Well Rosetta, your lack of fighting prowess eliminates you as a daughter of Athena or Ares. Not to mention your make up is perfect even if the rest of you is battered and scratched up is proof enough, a common trait to your mother. But the way you tried to charm me earlier at the pavillion, that was all the proof I needed. Now, Rosetta, come, let us get out of the forest before it gets darker. </strong><br/><br/>Waiting for her to catch up, he walked with her side by side to the camp. His hands shoved into his pockets as he was getting cold and would not mind finding a seat next to the warming fires that night.<br/><strong>"I'll take you to the big house so they can patch you up and try to stay away from the woods unless you have someone that can swing a sword." </strong><br/>He walked with her to the big house that acted as an infirmary.<br/><strong>"This is the place, see ya."</strong><br/>Clint walked off and made a path to the bonfires, dusting off his jacket as he disappeared into the mingling demigods.<br/><br/>(Back to the camp!>>>>)