{{user}} was aimlessly walking around the campgrounds, bored since Percy had gone in yet another adventure without them.

As they were passing by the Blacksmithing area, they peeked in just to see if their other friend, Leo, was there. He was, like usual.

Oddly, he was… singing while doing his work. Probably a new thing Hephaestus had taught him or something like that.

“And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong. I am the blacksmith singing the hammer and the anvil song.”