Percy nodded. At first glance, it was incongruous. The nearly feral girl with the gun and the gentle noblewoman, but then, so too was his friendship with Keyleth. It made no sense that his dearest friend would be the awkward, outgoing, earnest druid, nor that hers would be the cynical, broken gunslinger.

The pieces that bound them were not so obvious.

"You were with her yesterday."