Blake: don't kill him, that's my job. -looks at Dustin- Dustin: who says your going to kill me? I'll kill you. -eyes go back to normal-
Blake: -whispers- he won't really kill me, he's just jealous of me being a better archer than him, so he took up crafting and black magic.
Angel -Follows Butterfly then trips, watches blood then frowns- The color of my blood looks horrible on this dress
Blake's mother- -talks to annabeth- Hello, you must be princess annabeth, for a princess you seem very nice.
Percyous:*motions to seat and hands Blake a bottle of wine* Ah, that explains the eyes. Anyway, I need for you to look over this draft. I want to ask a miner that tends to deny you for any little thing you do wrong for some gems I have heard of. I want them as a wedding gift for annabeth, can you help me write it?