(Awesome, that means I have a half-brother )
Landon paced around for a good half-minute, fuming slightly at the lack of obvious instruction on what to do next. He was at a loss, and turned around to see where the other new arrivals were headed, but was unable to find them amidst the crowd of campers now milling around the field, a few of whom were smirking at him and pointing him out. Furious, he turned around and was about to storm right back out of the camp when a voice behind him spoke.
"Hello there, and welcome to Camp Half-Blood," an old man lazing in a wheelchair quipped, looking up at him.
"Erm. Hello, sir." Said Landon, slightly relieved to not be looking like a complete idiot anymore.
"I do apologize for the delay, as I was speaking to a few other new arrivals about the procedure. Are you aware of what goes on in here?"
"Yeah, my mom told me," Landon said quickly. "All that Greek mythology, right?"
The old man smiled. "It's more than just a myth. Well then, head on over there to the new arrivals' cabin," he said, pointing out a prominent log building. "We'll sort out where to put you once your parent deity has claimed you."
"Great," Landon muttered, not feeling very enthusiastic, as he said good-bye to the old man and turned towards his temporary shelter.