[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location: Thalia’s Tree ---> Cabin Number 7 [/color] [/I][/center]
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With still a limited amount of information, Ezekiel walked back to his cabin. He ran his hands through sweaty hair as he walked. Today had started out much differently and he hadn't been expecting a quest so early on into the summer but, when a God came a knocking... He sighed, thinking on what his father had said and what they were about to embark on. Some more advice would have been nice or a better description of what they were going to be walking into. He liked his life but what was it with gods and oracals being all mysterious and one word cryptic answers? Songs were so much simpler. There was a story, a progression of chords that made up the verses and transcended into chords. Heck, even poetry was easier to read then this junk. 
Ezekiel stomped into his cabin, feeling a bit on edge now as he walked about packing up a big. He really needed to assemble something that would be easy to go for situations like this. Their cabin leader was always bugging them about that... Maybe Ezekiel would listen after this go round. He shoved in his iPod and headphones, along with a couple shirts, a change of pants and other essentials before he shouldered his bag and went to round up his bow and a quiver of arrows. What else would one need for a mission to get a muse?