Introduction to Camp: The Beginning of a Quest?

I made my way to the largest building on the camp, which seemed logical to go to - after all, camp counselors should be in the biggest place. Ignoring the odd stares that I was getting, as I had gotten quite a few in my lifetime, I knocked on the door impatiently, waiting for a reply. What was this place? What kind of camp allowed kids to fight each other with actual swords. What kind of camp had people shooting targets from a hundred yards away and still getting bulls eyes? They could compete in the Olympics! There was just no way a camp like this could have avoided media attention for so long.

OOC: Anyone want to act as Chiron?

(OOC: O: can I act like horse-man?! xD I'm good at Chiron. You know what? Screw waiting for replies)
Chiron looked up from the poker cards in his hands, Mr. D, also present following his gaze.
"Come in." He spoke, placing the cards face-down on the pile. Well, the game could wait.
Mr. D appeared annoyed, his bloodshot eyes eyeing Chiron as if to say; you go too easy on them.
Chiron folded his arms across his #1 centaur shirt, leaning back in his wheelchair, shrugging at Mr. D.

I coughed nervously, and opened the door to find two odd-looking men inside. One sat on a wheelchair, with a blanket over his legs, and I presumed he was most likely disabled or something of the sort. On the other side of him, was a man who looked like he was no stranger to alcohol.

When I had finished appraising them, I asked, "What is this place? Who are you two? Why did my father send me here?"