[color=fff79a][center][h3]Cato Ortega[/h3][/center]
[center][i]Son of Hermes[/i][/center]
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He was one of the last out of the cabin, but not for laziness. Hermes Cabin had always been a bit of a mess- but now days they at least had to give it an effort. He was still dusting off his clothing when he arrived at the pavilion. He was in time to hear Chiron [s]attempt to[/s] call the campers to order, and squeezed himself into a seat at Herme's table. He asked his goblet for a suicide- it was interesting to see what it would interpret it to mean today, since it changed frequently.

Chiron's opener wasn't too odd, they all knew [i]something[/i] had gone down last night. A quick glance down the line of Herme's children was enough to show it wasn't any of them. No smiles, chuckles, shrinking, or satisfaction present there. He took a sip of his drink and choked, having a coughing fit at the word 'dragon'. His face was pale, and he fell off the stool, retching. It was a good ten seconds before he reappeared above the edge of the table, dragging himself upright and slowly pushing his goblet away. He shrugged at the expressions of everyone else. [color=fff79a]"Bad drink order... sorry."[/color] His voice was a bit raspy, but he had cleared most of the foul stuff out of his mouth. [color=fff79a]"I don't suppose the Oracle has said anything yet?"[/color]