Devon walks down the street, following the strange goat man. "So, where are we going again? Some camp of....half breeds or whatever?" The satyr sighs. "It's called camp half blood. We have to hurry, monsters are going to be chasing after you." "Wait, so the fight with the fire breathing snake thing was real?" The satyr nods. "Yep, and that was a hydra. You just killed it without cutting off any heads, so it didn't have a chance to grow more."