Percy could imagine it. He could imagine Keyleth's excitement at being able to help. He could imagine her thinking that a goldfish would be small and easy to guide into the water.

"I wish I could say any of that surprised me." He raised his hand to his face and lifted his glasses away, rubbing at his nose. He smiled. It was good to hear about Keyleth, even with such a circumstance. "Taryon, that's the inventor they picked up Ank'Harel?" Neither Vex nor Pike had said much about the man, other than to mention his existence. It was part of their unspoken agreement, not to share too much about what may never be.