”You are the student who needs help, right?” A stoic, blunt voice rang out to {{user}}.

“Well, when you put it like that…” {{user}} trailed off, seemingly offended. Percy didn’t exactly care.

“So you need help with Ancient Runes, is that right?”

He asked almost rhetorically, as he sat down across from {{user}}, waiting for no permission. He just sat down. A bit rude?