Percy chuckled softly, “Some days it is.” He admitted. He’d never been an overly ambitious man and having watched others promoted had never inclined him to fight for a position himself. But as the years had gone on he’d found himself thrust up the ladder and now that he was there… it wasn’t what he had expected, but he had found it suited him.

“It seems one can rarely make everyone happy.” Percy agreed. “Although, I hope time helps in your case.” It would be a shame to have a family divided like that.

“Oh, well I have two younger sisters.” Which he had mentioned before, he reminded himself. “Catherine and Felicity. Both of them are younger.” What else to tell her from there? That they desperately wanted to see him marry? That Catherine’s heart had been broken when her husband died in the plague? That Felicity had hardly mourned her fiance for the love of his best mate? None of these things seemed something to admit to a complete stranger. “You remind me a bit of them, actually.” Percy admitted with a slight shrug.

Out of the corner of his eye something caught his attention. A man was skirting around the crowds in the direction of the creature stall, his eyes shifting and hunched as if he were hiding something in his jacket. “On your right,” Percy started, making a point of looking straight ahead. “Gray overcoat. Hunched. Does he seem like who you saw?” Percy continued to steer them down the street in the opposite direction.