Harold turned to stare at the centaur's retreating back, hesitating a moment before speaking up.  "I didn't ask you to interfere.  A man takes care of his own problems, without asking involving anyone else.  At least, that's what my pop always said.  But...thank you.  He probably would have pounded me into a smear if you hadn't stepped in, unless I did something drastic."<br/><br/>Turning, he made his way over to the bonfire, picking up his bag and his goblet, sipping at his coke.  He noticed some of the ones who were sitting with Sarah and Stewart glaring at him, a few making idle threats and comments.  He ignored them for the most part, and found a large rock next to the fire to sit on.  He didn't bother with any marshmallows, not feeling hungry at the moment; he just stared into the flames, letting their heat seep into him.<br/><br/>"Well, this is a fine way to start the summer.  Haven't even been here a few hours, and I've already pissed off one person, got into a fight with another, and I'm having a duel against him in two days.  Great.  I can just imagine what Pop would say."