[ Demon hunting. Well that's certainly not something he's heard before. There are the occasional foolhardy souls that venture into the Hells for all number of reasons, but they tend to be rather few and far between for good reason. And yet something about the almost offhand way she says it makes it hard for Percy to doubt her at all.

One eyebrow may lift slightly, but he reaches to take the offered hand without hesitation. ]

Percival of Vox Machina at yours. Call me Percy.

[ He has a least mostly learned to stop giving out his full name. But one side of his mouth quirks up slightly as he retrieves his hand. ]

And no, it doesn't. There hasn't been as much call for my particular business either. Well, one of them. There's work to be found for a forge-hand just about anywhere.