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Felix: After a day of being pounded and beaten to a pulp in camp training, Felix has been advised it's a good idea to get his armor and weapons fitted to him. Probably a good idea when your helmet is so big, that it falls off mid-battle. He wipes the sweat off his brow as he enters, the Hephaestus campers in the nearby forges seemingly unbothered by the excessive heat. Immediately, Felix runs towards a weapon rack, filled with automatic nunjucks (what), a celestial bronze weed-whacker and various spiky implements that fascinate and repulse him at the same time. "Whoa... Cool."

Peggy: Peggy walked out from behind a pile of scrap metal. She held two small bronze ears in one hand. Walking over she wiped grease off of her free hand and held it out to Felix. "I'm Peggy. You need something?"

Felix: "You must have heard me coming." Felix chuckles at his rubbish joke, before awkwardly offering out his hand. "Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Felix, Tyche's cabin. This is the right place to get armor and weapons fitted, right?"

Peggy: Peggy nodded and laughed, "They're not my ears, they're for Bolt, automation fox I'm working on. We make armor, weapons, some automaton and any gadget a demigod could need. What is it you're looking for?"

Felix: "Cool! I made friends with an automaton but I didn't consider automaton animals." Felix says, an excited look on his face. "I'm looking for armor that fits me mostly, but I mean if you want to throw in a pair of automatic nunjucks, I won't complain. What would you recommend?"

Peggy: "Automatic nunjucks are cool, but I like weapons that fit one's pesonality or godly parent," Peggy walked over to a shelf filled with with celestial bronze, "Any prefered types of weapons?"

Felix: Wait... you guys can actually do that...?" His eyes widen. "I was joking but... that's impressive." Felix awkwardly sweeps away a lock of his hair. "Um... I'm pretty new so I'm not sure. I did take archery as an extra-curricular. Mom left me a celestial bronze bow actually. Want to see it?.."

Peggy: "I always love seeing weapons. Especialy when they're given from gods!" She set down the fox ears and moved over to a worktable.

Felix: "Here you go. Mom called it Roulette." He takes a poker chip out his pocket, which quickly transforms into a red and black recurve bow, a quiver of twelve arrows. To Peggy's trained eye, there's obviously a couple of enchantments on Roulette. "Do you want me to put it down here?"