<div align="center"><em>Clint and Morgan at the dining Pavilion </em></div><hr/><br/>"In my defense you are sitting at my table."<br/>Clint smirked and pointed down at the ancient wood that made up the table, an intricate design that curved artificially in a massive pattern was carved deep into the wood that only the magic of a wood nymph could heal. His name was not etched, but the table was more of a project he had done as a younger boy when he spent lots of time on his own when his abilities were feared and even loathed. "It also depends, would you rather be seen or ignored? Besides their could be far worse rumors, like those that spread about the whores from Aphrodite."He chuckled at her and forgot that he hadn't introduced himself.<br/><br/>"I'm Clint by the way, Cabin leader and son of Hades."<br/>The other words were said in a lowered tone. Being leader of his father's cabin was only because he was the only one and it was not like he wore his lineage like a banner like some of the other demi-gods at camp half-blood.