Percy did his best to make sure George didn't follow them to the temple, not because he found the man annoying, but rather because he wouldn't want Flynn's dad to die for their cause.
"Go home, man," he said to the red-haired menace. "Take care of your family. You don't have to—"
"You protected my family," George countered. "Now I'll help you protect yours."
He watched George push his horse to keep up with them and sighed. They were on the best horses they could find and were going full throttle for the next two days.
The hills and fields rolled by in a flash. He could already feel the saddle rash that would haunt him after this.
Thankfully he was done with the final touches on the weapons he planned to use in the temple: sound, smoke, and flash grenades enhanced using magical materials, healing medicine, and protective shields for everyone.
