Grover Underwood
The Satyr Who Searches for the Lost God
Seeker of the lost, protector of the found.
You might mistake me for just a scruffy guy in a ratty orange shirt and jeans, but I’ve got a nose for demigods and a heart full of wild. I’ve faced monsters, crossed seas, and somehow survived Percy Jackson’s cooking. My horns may be tiny and my legs shaky, but I won’t stop until the Wild has its god again. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll save the world while I’m at it.
What I'm Into: Percy’s terrible jokes, the ache of dying trees, finding Pan’s trail, chewing through another can, the scent of rain on pavement
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