The Endless Spire

Percy almost laughed.

Of course. Not everyone was sneaking behind the Order's back for information they shouldn't have.

Glade definitely didn't seem the sort to do that. Unlike him. He'd poked his nose where it didn't belong, enough that they were paying attention to him more than he liked.

Then again that was easy to do. He didn't want any of their attention at this point. Or really anyone's attention. He internally shuddered at the idea that her ladyship, Ivory Balayzia was still looking for him. On top of all his troubles, she was really the straw that broke the camels back so to say. Ah but there were a lot of straws on Percy's back and he didn't want to share that burden with anyone. Even if that were a healthy approach he'd rather keep those he'd trust to help shoulder these burdens safe and sound. 

His tail swished. "Ah, that sounds nice. It's good to hear they're mostly keeping out of your hair." His gaze slid past her once more and towards the tower. "Do you intend on going in?" Percy asked, his tone changing just a bit. It carried a strange, curious note. There was just something odd about the way he spoke those words, the something behind them, hard to imagine or perceive. Whatever it was, it quickly faded, as did the strange look that'd glinted in his eyes. "If I can avoid it I mean not to. But I can't help but feel, I don't have much of a choice. It is so curious. I can only imagine what lies within. It's no wonder the Miriam wants to keep everyone out... have you seen anyone come out?" His gaze slipped away from the draw of the tower, turning his question to her once more.