Talking wit' Chiron

"If you wish. Do you have any other questions, concerning this camp?" Chiron's human torso leaned back slightly, and his horse half was turning into a wheelchair, converting him back to his human wheelchair form.

"Hello, Kahlan. What do you need?" Chiron pulled out a new black pen and began to fill out one of the applications before him -- one about the Olympus trip, pledging that any campers who damaged anything in Olympus would reimburse the gods for however much that thing had cost.

Mason came in, with his jeans a long-sleeve red t-shirt on. He pushed up his glasses. "Chiron, when you have a moment."

"Yes, I have quite a few moments available, Mason," Chiron replied, raising an eyebrow at him. He was sure Kahlan wouldn't respond to him immediately -- the campers were beginning to have the tendency to blank out for a few moments.

I walk in with my head down, "umm Chiron" I stutter, I have to ask you something"., but I see he's busy, so I just give him a desprate look and shuffle out.

"If you mean your mortal ones, yes, of course, but you'll need to be back within a certain amount of time.... Two weeks, perhaps, before I think you're dead." Chiron eyed the list of people who had gone to Paris, wondering when they'd be back.

"Alright. Where do they live? We'll need to know so that, in case you get into trouble, we can send help." Chiron pulled the list of Paris kids towards him, drawing a line under the list and writing "Kahlan -- " underneath.

"Yes, I do. What is it?" Chiron looked up from the notepad, to glance at Marina as she walked in.

Chiron looked at the dagger oddly, holding it cautiously in one hand. Hm. Well, he'd get a satyr to put this in the weapon shed, later. For now, he stowed the dagger away in his desk drawer of confiscated items, shutting it with mild difficulty; the drawer was beginning to get full.