<div align="center"><em>Clint and Morgan at the dining pavilion </em></div><hr/><br/>"So you are claimed, my guess was wrong"<br/>Over the course of their conversation he had been eating and was nearly finishing up as his hunger was more important then some chit chat.<br/>"You don't fit the typical profile of a daughter of Athena, for a moment I thought you would be a future sibling."<br/><br/>The carvings were nothing but ancient markings seen across the world throughout the ages. As a child he was as proficient in the rituals of the dead as he was in Greek like most children were wired. To a historian it was a rosetta stone into the rituals of past empires but to anyone else it was simple and basic vandalism.<br/>"Cabin leader lets you haze the campers without consequence, I'll catch you around Morgan I have campers to terrorize."<br/><br/>Clint rose from his seat and tossed the plate and its scraps to his father before making his way down to the training grounds. He was in need of a little activity and perhaps a good spar. Stripping down and suiting up in bronze armor, shield and sword, he practiced to warm up and wondered if anyone would challenge him to a duel or a spar.<br/>