He knew of the goose of, everyone did, it’s existence was one of the most hotly debated topics among lonely singles, not that he’d consider himself one, but Percy knew better than to question the goose.

It led him through crowds of people before coming to stop in front of a triclops witch named Boscha, who was sporting a loom of dread to match Percy’s.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The pair said in unison.