I’m sitting in my tent, sitting off the shoreline. I’m dressed in a pair of jeans, black and white converse sneakers, an orange camp Half-Blood t-shirt, and a punk-style leather jacket. I’m polishing my shield, Aegis. One of the huntresses enters my tent. “Lady Thalia, there’s a…man here to see you. He’s…quite insistent.” “Send him in.” The huntress lets you into the tent.