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Sam approched Hephaestus cabin, scowling slightly, his sword dented and almost completely busted up. Hopefully not beyond repair, he thought as he turned the corner to the cabin’s forges.
He coughed, maneuvering through the smoke, tapping the nearest figure to him. “Hey, do you think you could try and bring my sword back up to fighting quality?” Some of the smoke cleared, and Sam’s eyes met Nyssa Barrera’s.






