The Bunk of Rowena

Rowena materializes in, swinging her Celestial Bronze sword. She needed to break her habit of destroying some of the forest, although she didn't want to. The Dryads would probably come after her if she didn't, and they were more murderous than they seemed. Chiron despaired of her, although she respected him slightly. They kept their distance, though.

"This Camp needs some livening up. Namely, another demititan." She says, in a bored tone. Then maybe she'd get a good combat competitor, one with some actual skills. Sometimes it was bad being the most powerful girl in camp.

At any rate, her cabin was nice and spacious. She had arranged six of the bunks so there now was a corner for her, all the blankets creating a wall. From what she could tell, Cabin 21 was empty. She also had threatened some Apollo kids into repainting the inside a nice purple color. Of course, Chiron lectured her afterwards about how bad bullying was, but it went in one ear and out the other. Rowena liked free labor.

The Demititan teleports out, intending to wreck havoc on the small camp she enjoyed terrorizing.