Elsewhere, in the Sect of Hedon, Percy was idly munching on a few curried pieces of chicken while he replayed a certain scene in his mind.
In the past few weeks, he had totally been taking it easy. He wasn't even bothered much by anyone, as they all expected him to be grieving because of the death of his father.
After all, that had been the impression that he had given to everyone when the Mad Doctor had been in the coma, and it stuck now. He was supposed to be an extremely pious son who was so busy grieving that he hadn't even exited his room after finding out that his father had died at the hands of the treacherous Ashahell, and by the copious amounts of food that he kept ordering for from the kitchens, everyone expected him to be stress eating in order to overcome the sadness.
