Percy moves just a bit to keep Fjord in his line of sight, though whether it's out of an abundance of caution or an attempt to be polite is up to the half orc. He finally eats, though, and it feels good to have something warm in his belly.

Most of the names mean nothing to him, but he doesn't expect them to. His family's connections to Wildemount are mostly in the western part of the continent, and those ties haven't been particularly well nurtured in a while.

"Glad to provide the balance," he says dryly. He still pushes back the very idea of seeing Vax again. One jump at a time. That reminds him, though. Percy slides off the bracelet he was given on the beach to examine it more closely.