"You had an off-game," Percy told Oliver, trying to help put things into perspective. "It happens to us all. And I only did what any good friend would do." Percy's hand, which still rested upon Oliver's shoulder, gave his friend a reassuring squeeze and remained there, comfortably as he continued. "You do, on occasion, continue to get drunk to mourn your losses, but not as bad as you used to."
Looking at Oliver fondly, Percy motioned with his head in the direction from which he came. "Let's go. I'll take you to the village where you can bathe and have a spot of something to eat. There may be a bit of lunch left over." Guiding Oliver to follow him, Percy said, "I must warn you, you've arrived at one of those strange times. The village were everybody lives was recently destroyed by a series of unfortunate events. It's austere, to say the least, but we're in the process of rebuilding. I've been placed in charge of the Planning Department to help get the village back on its proverbial feet."