Leif's bunk

Warring: All items are of my work or gifts. A tracker charm has been merged with these items. I will find you and make you suffer heavily if anything is stolen or broken. Love Leif Thorson.

Items:
Armor
Shield
Basic supplies.
A book

Leif's book: A record of all I have seen, heard and fought since my time without my mother.

ooc:.... And who made this tracker charm?

OOC: Leif and his forging skills. (Not really a charm but a clever way of finding dwarven lost items. The items of a little coin made by me which have holes that creates a high pitch sound my wolf can here.)

ooc: I see.

I sit down for a while then go to War Memorial.

I set up a curtain with the supplies I brought. The extra was used to make a small statue of my father with his hammer. "Father. I have no clue on what the giants are doing. I will seek out those of Athena. They are smart as those of our half blood wisest. I will protect this camp."

I brought the injured jez into my cabin and put her in my bunker. My wolf brought the gear and was sent to get some help. "Don't worry. You be fine. I will be on the floor right next to you." He layed out the armor pile into a hard pillow and landed down.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a cabin. I didn't move.

"Please don't, your wounds were only healed. Need your power when your are fully healed. Your at my cabin." I had patched up his arm to stop the bleeding. I had mopped the floor and repaired both of their gear. The amulet stopped glowing and remained still. "You can move now, it will fell great but don't over do it." I took off it and put it on. It glowed and my wound healed. Some food I brought was of some weird greek origin.

"Vaklava, its a pastry." I say, pointing to the greek food. I wiggled.

"Vaklava, need to remember that. You are a strong one. Your wounds were great. I wondered if you were with someone." I took the pastry and gave it to her. "Like romantically. Before you ask, I don't date."

"Thank you, and don't worry, I don't either." I say, biting into my pastry. "Mmm that's good." I say.

"Good, you were knock out for some time. I took a look at the date and it would be my birthday in a few days. Sorry, my mind is still wrapping around that. Well you can fully move now. Sorry about the wound." I looked sad.

"No, no, its okay. Really your birthday? How old are you turning?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood. I turn to him.

"Well, yes. Age would be 13, if going be human years not dog years." I turned to my wolf. "He is the same age as me, in human years. Alex called him Jearmond. He is the smartest one i know." My face turned to meet her's.

I look at him. "I have a turtle, I named him Walkman." I smile, as I turn my head towards Jearmond.

"Well if your turtle is normal, I would try to keep it that way. Jearmond is a wolf, one of the great wolf's blood. He lives a human lifespan. One that is mine." The wolf landed and hide his known. I laugh at the joke. "Yes we know your happy."

I laugh. "My turtle is huge, so it's kind of not normal." I say. I cross my legs. "When did you come to Camp Half Blood?" I ask.

"Well a group rescued me a few days ago. So then." I felt happy. "When I was alone, I would keep my mind on surviving. Now I have a new home." I was so happy that it felt like my old self.

I smile. "You do." I say, softly. "I've been here forever." I sigh.

"Well then since both our wounds are healed. Lets go." I got up and gave her the sword. "Good as knew." I walked over to the door.

"Thank you." I say. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"Well, I hear there is a rock wall."

"Okay." I say, with a nod.

I walk out.