Hermes Cabin

"John. Hermes. You have any problems, you come to me. I'm assuming unclaimed?" He asked, grinning still.

Sarah nodded "yeah. But the dads a normal. So that helps narrow it down"

John shrugged. "Father's mortal, mother's mortal, doesn't really matter. There are thousands of gods out there, minor gods no-one really thinks of any more, but are still there."

Sarah nodded "i know john. By the way preston was looking for you"

John just nodded shortly. "Sorry, didn't catch your name," he looked to the newcomer.

"Oh. Im Xavier but everyone calls me Lucky. Nice to meet ya John. Tell me something. Are all the girls here as cute as this one here."

"They're pretty cute, but so are the boys," John shrugged, opening the door. "C'mon then, Lucky, let's get you set up."

Sarah blushed even more and walked in with lucky
Tessa was lying on her bed

John raised an eyebrow at her coming in without being invited but walked over to an empty bunk and gestured to it. "Stick your stuff here."

"Thanks man. Its great to get a load off. These bags are crazy heavy." Lucky started taking all of bags and dumping them on the bed. He continues this unyil he gets to his last bag and his bronze coin falls out he picks it up and slips it in his pocket. "I might need this."

Sarah watched silently "lucky you want me to show you around the rest of camp?"

John nodded. "Just keep it safe. Though we're all nice in here, Dad's God of Thieves, so watch your stuff just in case.

"Yeah sure. Why not. And hey thanks man. Nice looking out. But thats just a bunch of old clothes. Not anything valuable." He says as he follows Sarah out.

(to the mess hall)

John rolled his eyes.

Preston knocked on the door

John answered.

Preston looked at him "hey"

"Uh, hi. Um, why are you here?"

"Came to see tessa. But shes not here as i can see. So i figured id see you too"

John shrugged.

The door swung open and a hooded figure stepped in, a small, worn rucksack on his right shoulder. His right hand, which clutched the strap and then moved to shut the door behind him, was bare, but his left, which hung by his side and slightly behind him, was clothed in opaque black material. He stepped forwards, his large boots making loud footsteps on the cabin floor, and dumped his rucksack on his bunk before shrugging out of his thick coat and hanging it up on the back of the door. His jacket hood fell down as he did so, revealing a haggard face that was, despite the long curtain of dark hair that swung across it, the black circles around his eyes, and the drawn lines of his face that made him look years older, unmistakably John.

Talia, who had been lounging on her bed, look up when the door had opened. She watched him as we walked in, wondering who this stranger could be. As his hood fell back, she gasped in both shock and happiness. "John!" she cried out and ran to him.

Tessa walked in and lied down

John flinched back, an unreadable expression across his face. He backed off until he reached a wall.