Connor threw a heavily worn, light blue, wrinkled, button up over his white tank top, hastily rolling up the sleeves. He had already been wear shorts, and as a second thought, he grabbed Logos from underneath his mattress, the one place he could reliably keep things in his cabin full of thieving little siblings with any reasonable belief that they might not take it. The very fact that he had a mattress to stash the gift from his father under was a miracle in and of itself and, up until a year and a half ago, he had been sleeping on a sleeping bag over a floor mat, and he was one of the lucky ones. The mattress had been poached from a kid who had moved out of the cabin once his parent, Aphrodite, had claimed him.

He looped the tattered leather into his belt loops, still feeling slightly awkward about carrying the sword. He shook his head lightly and stepped outside stretching and grinning. Fresh meat, and knowing his cabin's luck there would still be half a dozen more unclaimed for them to house until the good ole gods figured out which was of their brood. 

Connor chuckled lightly, as he walked towards where he heard what could only be the sounds of new kids puffing chests and sizing each other up, and of course at the heart of it all were Ares' bra- children. One was hitting on the Morpheus girl, Syleste, if Connor was right, which he rarely was when it came to names, and one was storming off towards the Ares cabin. 

He was going to approach the group anyways, but stopped short when he over heard the remark from Thane about shoddy craftsmanship, and decided to maybe stand a good distance out of range from the group, just in case any hazards started flying.