Arrival.

Calumnia on the grass nearby the paths, just enjoying his solitude for a moment until he heard loud, crashing footsteps. Grimacing slightly, he stood, brushing himself off, then turned to the direction of the demigod-or so he assumed-coming when they yelled.

His annoyance turned to surprise, though he showed no change in his amenable, cool demeanor."You need help going to your..?" He smiled politely, though he inwardly mused on who the newcomer could be. Or maybe the camper was already settled, but he had never seen them before. Hesitating almost imperceptibly, he asked him a question, tilting his head."Are you new here?"

It would explain his being near the border, and Calumnia forged on."Anyways, I am Calumnia Somniatoris, son of Pothos. Who may you be?"

"Of course."Calumnia inclined his head."I wouldn't mind at all. If I may ask you you identity, it would help greatly in deciding where your abode may lay. The big house over there is, I'm afraid, not where you stay, but where our directors do. I'd be glad to take your bags for a moment if you would like to have a tour. If you needed to consult Chiron-the centaur that runs this camp and the activity director-then do not let me keep you. If not, well then..."He sighed, moving his hands in a silent apology."I'm sorry for that slight ramble. We all tend to do so sometimes, don't we? Now, what did you need? To speak with Chiron or to find your cabin?"