[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=b71d5d]Andy[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=b71d5d]Location:[/color][/b] Edge of Camp Half Blood[/center]
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Andy wasn't certain if she completely believed the reassurances of safety, but she nodded and stepped closer to the man. She did have lots of questions. [color=b71d5d]"He said a parent of mine was a god."[/color] It sounded nuts, and she had seen plenty of crazy people in the homeless camps. It also wasn't a question. She paused uncertain of which question to ask first. [color=b71d5d]"More new kids are coming? I can wait for a tour for when they get here, then you only have to do it once."[/color] She decided to start with that. If she could be in the group she wouldn't stand out, that was a good first step. 

A slew of other questions started to try to tumble out of her mouth all at once. [color=b71d5d]"How do you know it is safe? What do you mean by gods? Why is everyone wearing orange? What does Camp Half-blood mean?"[/color] The Satyr had answered some of her questions but he had left some information out and been vague about other stuff.