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[sosweet]

… So this is how it works, huh? [ A small, inquisitive baritone voice is heard as he looks at all the handwriting over the papers. Sitting on the edge of the fountain outside the cabins there is a man wearing his infamous orange shirt for anyone who might be close, concentrated in what he has to say. ]

It seems like I am far away from all that I have come to know. And even do not know everything that is around me. Certainly this isn’t Elysium or the Underworld but neither is the Sanctuary of Athena.

[ Why is he here is something he cannot understand. Why him? Would this be a reliable source? ]

Any information about this place… any detail you may have even if it is irrelevant will be entirely appreciated.

[ If he can find a permanent way out, even better… ]

Comments

[waterproofed]

I appreciate it.

[sosweet]

The little I know, your father was astonishingly wealthy in my world.

[ A joke, maybe? ]

[waterproofed]

[if it's a joke, it goes over Percy's head]

...huh. I don't think my dad cares too much about wealth.

[sosweet]

Does he care about humans?

[waterproofed]

Of course he does.

[sosweet]

[ An almost faint pondering noise. Not because he was upset. And then, a pleased chuckle. ]

I guess I can give him a chance.