[center]Estelle will admit that when she had been chosen to go on the quest to retrieve the Book of Death from the God of Death's own house, she had had her doubts. Getting into the Underworld was easy, sure and having a child of Ares who was stupid enough to try and play hide and seek with Cerberus while the rest of them snuck by wasn't the hardest thing ever except when the giant dog had nearly flattened her in order to get at Zane but other than that it wasn't that hard getting by. 

The trip up to the God's house wasn't as easy with them having to dodge Hellhounds and once they had arrived at their destination of course she was the one elected to go in because she was the smallest and therefore the only one able to fit through the first-story bathroom window. Stupid wide-shouldered men. And of course Julian, a son of Apollo had bowed as he held the window open for her and even had the gall to say ladies first with a smirk on his face. 

She wanted to hit the smirk off his face but settled for shooting him a look that clearly said she wasn't amused before Nathan, a son of Hephaestus hoisted her through the window and she disappeared inside. She landed lightly on her on the floor, staying crouched as she took in her surroundings. The lighting was dim and she was barely able to make out what looked like bathing fixtures surrounding her. She stood up cautiously and crept across the tiled floor. Luckily she was light on her feet and didn't make a sound as she snuck up to the door. 

She slowly opened it, praying to the Gods above that it wouldn't creek. Thankfully the hinges appeared well-oiled and the door slid smoothly open, revealing what looked like a bedroom. She idely wondered if this was the God's chamber but she dashed that idea. It was too small and sparsely furnitured. Probably a guest room or something. She tiptoed across the floor and peeked out into the hallway. Chiron had told them the study was the largest room in the house and would be in the middle. 

Okay, not so hard. She was about to slid through the opening in the door but she darted back inside the dark room upon hearing claws clicking against the floor headed in her direction. She held her breath as she waited for the Hellhound to continue on the way down the hall. She waited for a few more seconds as she listened quietly before slipping into the hall. 

She quickly located the study door and cautiously pushed open the door, peeking inside. Upon making sure the room was empty she stepped inside. She spied the book resting on the desk and sped over to it, wanting to grab it quickly and get the hell out of there. However before she could lay a finger on it the book zipped behind her and she whirled around upon hearing a voice. Whoops, guess the room wasn't as empty as she thought it was. 

Upon seeing the Hellhounds advancing towards her, her first instinct was to reach for her weapon but she knew that it would be useless against a God. It wouldn't even scratch him. Besides, he was the God of Death, she didn't think he could be wounded in the first place. Not that she was crazy enough to try. She liked her soul firmly attached to her body thank you very much.

As Thanatos stood waiting for a reply, she frantically racked her brain for something to say. She needed to hurry though before the Hellhounds decided she looked like a tasty snack. She hurriedly bowed. [color=violet]"My lord."[/color] She said, proud of herself when her voice didn't break or tremor. [color=violet]"I deeply apologize for barging in like this on you. I meant no disrespect. I am a Demi-God from Camp Half-Blood. The camp director Mr. Dionysus has sent me to you to request the use of The Book of the Dead. If this is not enough I'm sure some kind of deal can be made."[/color]

While her voice appeared to be steady she was shaking in her boots, both literally and metaphorically but even though she was terrified that Thanatos would smite her on the spot, she still looked at the God with determined eyes.[/center]