(Everyone else is either at their homes, or colleague.)

You, Will and Nico headed to the dining pavilion. It felt strange to be here, where it was always so lively. Now there were only a few employed dryads of harpies, sitting in scattered clumps at the tables. Mr. D was hanging out at the head table, along with Chiron. The two camp leaders were so engrossed in conversation, that they barely greeted again when Will waved.

Nico: “The camp reminds me of my soul," he said to Will as you sat down. "Empty and dark, you know."