—¿Qué me dices del arte? —preguntó ella.
—Es una enfermedad.
—¿Y el amor?
—¿Y la religión?
—Un moderno sustituto de la fe.
—Eres un escéptico.
—¡Nunca! El escepticismo es el principio de la confianza.
—¿Qué eres pues?
—Definir es limitar.
i love the idea of percy having a “she’s all that” moment sometime after they release him from the prison cell. they steal back his valuables and clothes along with his weapons from the jail when they spring him, but he had been practically destitute for three years. his clothes were that of working man: handspun wool, grey, and loose-fitting, especially since they didn’t serve him feasts in jail.
when he manages to prove himself, earn a little gold (that he didn’t immediately hand over to vex’ahlia), he splurges on himself. well, more accurately, the group does. grog could care less, but the rest of them push for percy to clean up a bit; his haggard, slightly deranged prisoner look quickly attracts attention, which is inconvenient if they aren’t just passing through.
so he buys some new clothes, gets a nice coat, washes and cuts his hair, shaves his face – and. wow.