Percy finds himself wondering at the size of the house in question. The last time he lived with that many people, they shared a keep. Or Whitestone.
"I should rather hope so," he admits. Walking into a room full of strangers doesn't bother him, necessarily, but it has been... a very long day. And he would like to hide this painting somewhere without half a dozen people firing questions at him. And he would like a bath, at least, before meeting anyone. Walking in like a drowned rat wouldn't be his worst first impression, but he would like to have some semblance of control.
"Is there much need for a schedule here?"
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that people find ways to keep themselves busy. He certainly plans to, once he has the means.
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"I should rather hope so," he admits. Walking into a room full of strangers doesn't bother him, necessarily, but it has been... a very long day. And he would like to hide this painting somewhere without half a dozen people firing questions at him. And he would like a bath, at least, before meeting anyone. Walking in like a drowned rat wouldn't be his worst first impression, but he would like to have some semblance of control.
"Is there much need for a schedule here?"
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that people find ways to keep themselves busy. He certainly plans to, once he has the means.