Romans. Why did he have to be here? Why did he agree to come here? All he wanted to do was learn the militaristic style of the Romans, hang out with his Bacchus friend, and maybe tour the New Roman University. That's all. That was it.
The son of Ares, Ramsey Shaka Idas. stood in front of the military camp's mess hall, deciding where to sit. He was wearing his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt underneath his celestial bronze hoplite battle armor. Ramsey snorted and headed over to a seat that was away from most of the Romans that were currently dining there. The Greek demigod sighed as he sat down with a sigh, placing his blood red, horsehair plume helmet on the seat next to him and started to dig into his T-bone, medium rare steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans. It seemed to be around five or so in the afternoon so that'll give him time to have a rematch with that butch daughter of Mars. He had to admit that she was pretty good. Also, those bathhouses looked interesting to try.