#thread | halfgcd

“You have everything packed?” It would be a long quest and then a few weeks spent tailing a kid suspected to be a child of some god or another. It seemed easy enough but Nico prepared just as thoroughly, he was never a fan of surprises but not fool enough to think they never happened. He eyed the daughter of Ares, shrugging on his pack. 

“Rowan,” Nico called out to the child of Hephaestus, “y’mind company right now?” He was fresh from a quest, ichor still clinging to his armor and stygian blade still strapped to his side. He wiped dirt from his face and winced at the cut that smarted at his rough handling but he was insistent, catching up to the demigod in a few long strides.