[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  The Camp Van -- Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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	Ezekiel remained silent while Kristen explained what an Iris Message was. When she explained it like that, it sounded rather stupid to him. He understood the gods were great and powerful and most of them adored flattery but the idea of putting ‘[i]Oh[/i]’ in front of a prayer was like all those people in hot yoga chanting. It was a bit ridiculous.
	[color=#EEE8AA]”In case you haven’t noticed it yet, the drachma are heavier than the regular currency. They are also fairly larger in size than the US coin,”[/color] Ezekiel pointed out to Janelle. [color=#EEE8AA]”I don’t think the average store clerk will really care what you hand him but anyone dealing with our world, demi-god, Iris messages or travel, its drachma or nothing.”[/color] 
	He shifted in his seat and looked out the window, watching the city come into view and sighed. Not only was it crowded and large, but the smell was awful. The warmer it was, the worse it was, the more wind you had, the more you got from the bay. There really was no winning unless you were in central park. Too bad they couldn’t just take fast travel to Texas. Now they would have to take a bus with who knows how many different human smells. At least people provided entertainment when they thought no one was watching them.