“Uh. I’ve been to her afterlife - there’s a few, but the noble dead, especially the ones who die in battle, usually don’t go to her. She’s not nice. But I mean she gave me neat powers... I guess... ?”

Some days he’s not sure. “But, um. Yeah. I also had one of Hades’ kids in my group.” His smile wavers, unable to keep the cheer in it. “And also a child of Hermes who deserves very terrible things done to him, and absolutely will if I get my hands on him.” The air around him instantly drops in temperature significantly, by about ten degrees.

A raven flutters to the top of the bookshelf and squawks, snapping him out of it. The temperature jumps back up to normal, and Casper blushes in embarrassment. “S... sorry... anyway, I’m Casper. What’s your name?”