“Percy.”

Link repeated it again —- just to solidify. He was close, he knew he was. Traveling for so long and looking for this man for so long, he could almost feel it. The adventure coming to another end. “You will come?”

Then mushrooms, Hylian root, raw chicken, salt —- a pepper just for some spice.

It cooks and sizzles, something he finds so satisfying. “You should eat too, when it’s done, the Mawg is endless without food.”

Sticks, wood, flint —- all from the sack on the side of his horse. A fire burnt quick.

Then a pan, metallic and somewhat old.

Link didn’t laugh, but there was amusement in his eyes —- he trusted Lago, they had been riding and traveling together for a few hours now, and although it small, Lago had proven himself a rightful companion.

“Percy.” He repeated. “Right.”

Link came down from his horse, offering a hand to them again.

“We will rest here. Better to enter when there is still light.”

Link was prepped for this, but he hoped his new found friend would be too.

As the day came to an end, his horse began to slow, a hill top that looked over the southeast stretch before them. And in the distance, where shadow seemed to continue —- was The Mawg.

“I have been on his trail for several days. Waterdeep is where he was last seen, but it. .it is a big city.”

“I know he works for someone larger.” Link says, a shrug and a pull at the food in his hand, ripping it into two. “He was paid, I believe. .his doings are not his own. But he does travel alone.”

Another bite.

Link points at the bridge. “Toss.” He says. Then motions towards his own chest in a heaving animation.

“Pull.”

He cleared his throat, embarrassingly so.

“I. .” Link stumbled upon his words, how odd it was to now say this aloud. “I hear your voice. In my dreams. Yours and another’s. How is that possible?”