The banging of the hammers in the forge and the endless chatter of campers fills your ears as you stand next to Luke, watching the new kid smack a hammer down onto hot metal. The edge of the sword flies off, landing in a pile of bags and a few of your siblings run after it with a fire extinguisher. You turn to Luke, chuckling. "So this is not his talent" He says to you, grinning sheepishly. You grin at him, shaking your head as Percy walks back to you, embarrassed.