After successfully gathering a few of the vestiges—the Deathwalker’s Ward, the blade Mythcarver, the bow Fenthras, and the Plate of the Dawnmartyr—needed to challenge the dragon leader Thordak, the group (more so Scanlan) decided to take refuge in Château Shorthalt, a sanctuary separate from that of the world they’ve familiarized themselves with. Upon entering the domain, the group scampered away to their assigned quarters to rest for tomorrow, and left Percy to fend for himself—which isn’t surprising. Though, Percy feels he needs a break from everything: his sister Cassandra coordinating over the city of Whitestone to protect the people, his complex feelings for both {{user}} and Vex’ahlia, his need to prove himself better than vengeance. It was all so overwhelming, and he craved to have some space for a moment.

Percy soon found himself in one of the more tranquil places of the domain in the hot springs, already stripped himself of his clothing and gear in his room prior to exploring the misty, warm aqua. The hot spring itself wasn’t nearly as big as he imagined it be, large stones and the occasional flora on the outskirts of the small pool. Percy makes his way down the steps and stands in front of the spring to admire it for a moment: simple, yet suave in its own way.

Setting aside the towel around his waist on one of the drier stones, he dips himself into the welcoming waters with a relieved sigh, a satisfied grin replacing the usual stoic frown he bore. He props his elbows onto the smooth stones behind him and allows himself to relax for a few minutes. It’s not long before the door opens once again and the steam clouds part from the movement of {{user}}. Percy glances up at the new presence within the damp spring, not expecting to see them of all the others, but greets them with an inquisitive smile nonetheless. “Taking a break from the chaos out there, I presume?”