[i]I want to see the room. [/i]

Kyle blinked as his half sister left the building, then shrugged and headed down the hall. Maybe she was just shy. That was probably it, shy or nervous. Ok, that was fine. He could wait. 

Sticking his head in a few doors, he found a room that didn't smell funny and seemed to have reasonably clean furnishings. He set his bag down, stretched his back till it popped like a gunshot, and taped a map of the camp to the inside of his door. [i]I suppose I can wear you openly. I'll need some sort of sword belt. [/i]

Now unburdened, he headed back outside in search of sunglasses and a leatherworker. [i]Hey, you think those stories about nymphs are true? Think any are here? [/i]

[i]If there are, would you like my advice?[/i]

[i]Only up to a certain point. After her shirt comes off, I want you to shut up and stay that way till I give you permission to speak again. [/i]

The I'kok fell silent again, and Kyle walked on. 

[i]That's a lot of kids in Aphrodite's cabin. You think any of them ever...[/i]

The I'kok vibrated very slightly in its scabbard, the nearest it ever came to laughter. [i]Just stay away from the daughters of Ares and Athena when I'm not there to help you. They could hand you your ass without effort.[/i]

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Kyle drawled aloud, as he found a crafting bench. He rooted around in a drawer and found a pattern for a pair of attachment straps that would keep the sword at an angle for suitable drawing. The curved weapon wasn't much like any others around the camp, Kyle wondered if he'd be mocked for carrying a scimitar instead of a falcata or short sword like most other campers. Oh, well. If they mocked him too much, he'd show them. The sword was a ruthlessly pragmantic creature when it came to combat.