#i've popped this in bg3 bc i am obsessed w percy's companion quest as you've put in ur verses

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🥀 i'm obviously coming with you . @xbadnews fillory & further.

"percival." as soon as the admonishing address was out of her mouth, secret remembered just who she was dealing with, and that there was little-to-no point arguing him with. there was a secondary feeling, too, that she'd actually rather quite like company, and percy's, no less. besides, he had some memory of the city that secret was sorely missing.

"i just need to get," she rolled her eyes upwards, not the first time she's alluded to emperor in such a manner (not that it mattered, he was always in her mind), "- off my back about seeing his old hideout. i think the best entrance is through the sewers by basilisk gate..." secret trailed off. her knowledge of the sewers was worse than her current recollection of the city, which was ironic in a way she wasn't entirely cognisant of. "i think." she cleared her throat, trying to hide the self-doubt. "shouldn't be too bad, just the two of us to find out what kind of jars the guy kept his brains in, y'know?" a small smile told percy that she was biting her tongue against the phrase what's the worst that could happen?