Ophelia hadn't managed to fall asleep before she heard people yelling in Latin. She hopped out of bed, ignoring the fact that she was just in boxers and a tank top and grabbed her bow and quiver. The others were already up and looking around confused. She never thought there would be a time where she wished she could speak and understand Latin. She ran out of her cabin, pulling her quiver over her shoulder and putting on her glove. She reached the campsite where all the Romans were freaking out and looked at Seth, "Translation?"