"I said I'm fine, didn't I?"  Harold gave the girl a weird look.  "Got chased of where by a what now?"  Underworld?  Hellhound?  What was this chick on?  He figured underworld was probably hell, but what was a hellhound?  He noticed her look back behind her, agitated as a voice spoke out, and considered trying to hobble away.  Not that he'd be able to get far, with his leg in pain.  Plus, it's not like she wouldn't be able to catch up to him easily.<br/><br/>When she turned back around, sticking her hand out and introducing herself, he hesitantly took her hand in his, shaking it.  She had a good, strong grip, something his dad would have liked.  "Uh, hi.  I'm Harold.  Harold Ostman.  Um, son of Jeannette and Richard Ostman."  Daughter of Aries?  Seriously?  Did his parents send him to some kind of crazy camp?  Looking around the camp, taking in the people walking around in armor, some swinging away with swords and spears, he finally caught on, or so he thought, and laughed.  "Ohh, I get it!  This is some kind of role playing, or LARPing, isn't it?  I've got some friends who are into that stuff.  This is Camp Half-Blood, right?  Are we pretending to be the children of gods and goddesses?  Can I be a son of Zeus?"