Charles considers this one of the three questions he was supposed to answer.
"Yes i do," he grins, "It's pretty exciting, even without…. what did Annabeth call it? Technology? I've seen her use it before and it looks cool, but if I had to choose I definitely would pick my home country."
I laugh, “Interesting, so, is there magic in your world?”
"There is!" Charles' eyes dance with excitement, "The magic comes from these weapons called the Weapons of Imperium. I have one; it's the Mace of Earth. It lets me control earth and stuff." Suddenly, as if some kind of bell rang in the distance, Charles stands.
"Guess it's time for me to go," he smiles as he goes for the door, "It was nice talking to you!" And the door closed behind him.