Half Gone

Nico looked at Chiron and groaned quietly he didn't want to go on a quest to find a large group of half-bloods, that was a satyrs job. He was the Prince of the Dead, not a protector. He raised the dead and knew judgment, he wasn't suppose to carter people around the country. Chiron wouldn't tell him what was so special about these demi-gods he was looking for. He just knew the names and what they looked like. He wasn't even sure how he was suppose to bring them back to camp without seeming like a psychopath.
"Nico, we're counting on you. Please, this will work in your favor."