Well, typically at this point, we're tearing clothes off, not putting more on. If there's a monstrous in the woods outside Whitestone, the Mistress of the Grey Hunt needs to take care of it, right? I mean, technically the title's been ceremonial for generations. That's only because you haven't had a skilled hunter in the role. True. A giant panther? Really? The earl probably saw wolf and pissed himself. Well, if it's nothing, I'll come home, but if it is... Percy... I appreciate our comfortable life, but sometimes you need to push yourself outside of your comfort zone. I need this. To prove to myself I still can. I assume you'd prefer I not accompany you. No, no, no. While I'm off you can spend the whole night doing research. Oh, and do take a magic lantern, darling. It's so dim down there, we don't need your spectacles getting any thicker. Only if you take this. It's dragonscale. Cut from the hide of Vorugal. I had a feeling your primal instincts would one day return. Primal, huh? Oh, Percy! My love, what about your hunt? Sundown's not for another hour.
THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA 4.01 - One Year Later...
