Safer Place

Eustace heard the old man's words, but he casually brushed it off.

Instead, he focused on strategizing the most effective spell to use in the impending confrontation. He was contemplating using his potent Aurora's Beam and assorted spell combinations.

However, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Yvaine's urgent reminder of the encroaching Arcanists from the city's central district.

'Right… I don't have much time…'

With a resigned sigh, Eustace acknowledged the need to depart.

"We shall settle this another day. By the way, what should I call you, old man?" Eustace inquired, extending an offer of a future encounter.

The old gentleman, momentarily amused, sneered dismissively in response.

"My name is of no consequence. Know only that you stand before an Archbishop of the Church of the Fortune Goddess." He declared, his tone laden with the aura of holiness.