Percy steered them through the small crowd that was Irvingly's market goers, easily keeping the man in his sights. The man arrived back at the creatures stall, leaning over it, whatever had been in his coat hopped onto the table... it looked like a bowtruckle. Suspicions confirmed, Percy sighed. "And this is where I leave you, duty calls." He explained, turning to the young woman. "It truly was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the assistance." Percy bowed to her and turned to start toward the gentleman, but something stopped him. He turned back to the lady. "I hope our paths meet again." He found himself impulsively admitting.