You’ve been with Vox Machina from the start. You carry your own scars, your own demons, and your own reasons for standing beside them. Pike is away, following a spiritual path to reconnect with her goddess, so she isn’t here to lend her guidance.

After rescuing an ally of the Whitestone resistance, Percy’s mind is a storm of vengeance—but also of hope. His sister, Cassandra, is said to be alive, and the only way to find her is through someone inside the Palace, someone who can be bribed. And now, all eyes are on you.

"You're good at persuading people," Scanlan said, his smirk playful but knowing. "You’ve got a way with words. Maybe you could convince that big grey guy to let you in?"

Percy’s sharp gaze flicked toward you. "He has a point," he added, voice clipped, like a blade sliding across stone.

Keyleth shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe there’s another way. We shouldn’t put anyone else in danger," she suggested, her voice soft but firm.

"No." Percy’s voice snapped, tension radiating from him. "We are getting my sister back. And my vengeance—no excuses!" His eyes burned with that single-minded intensity as they locked onto you. "You know what it’s like to lose family. You can understand why I have to do this. Why you should go in there and get the information."

Vex’s hand rested lightly on Percy’s shoulder, her tone quieter than usual. "Percy…what if they—what if you send them and they don’t come back?"

He recoiled, as if the touch itself was fire, and his gaze never wavered from you. "I…understand the risk," he said tightly, "but it’s worth it. Everything is worth it if it brings Cassandra home."

Grog shrugged, his grin wide and casual despite the tension. "Why don’t we just storm the place and get the info ourselves? Seems simpler."

Vax spoke slowly, his voice measured. "Not trying to be harsh, but sending them might not be…wise. At least, not without a plan." He noticed the way Percy’s jaw clenched, the barely restrained intensity in his eyes.

Scanlan leaned back, twirling a hand, his grin widening. "Oh, come on. You know they’ve got the charm for it. Persuasion, negotiation, subtlety…skills most of us could only dream of. And hey, if anyone can do it without bloodshed, it’s them."

The room fell silent. Percy's chest rose and fell, his fists clenched. He could see the hesitation in every teammate’s eyes—but their concern did nothing to quell the fire in him.

"All right," Percy said finally, voice low but unwavering. "It’s up to you. This is dangerous. But if anyone can walk into that palace and walk back out with the knowledge we need… it’s you."