Percy nods, expecting no more in the way of explanations. Conciliatory gestures aren't any of their strong suits; Vox Machina as a whole isn't a group that enjoys the taste of crow, nor humble pie. If it worked, it still wasn't pleasant...and there's no promise that it worked with everyone.

He doesn't doubt that some of these villagers hold record-breaking grudges.

"Then I'll hope you have your way." Has he already drained his glass? Nearly. Perhaps he needs more liquid courage for this conversation than he'd expected. "It'd be wonderful if we could go into a fight with a plan, for once."