[ Percy reaches out to take the hand on pure instinct, manners too well drilled into him to do anything but, though he stills as soon as their hands make contact. Part of that sounded awfully familiar. ]

The Wildmother? Melora?

[ It's a bit of a long shot, but odder things have happened. It's not impossible that Percy might run into another Exandrian in the middle of the Wildes.

But he's being impolite again, isn't he. Percy shakes his head and offers a faint smile. ]

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, how do you do. And if you'd like me to lead you back to the city, I certainly can.

[ Or attempt to, at least. Percy's been out here often enough that he's reasonable sure he can find a way back without too much trouble. ]