First Act 3

"Please do give this old man a moment of your time, dear Hero"

Tristan hesitated for a moment, skeptical about following the bishop's invitation. The notion of being referred to as a hero had stirred a blend of curiosity and caution within him.

However, the bishop's unspoken insistence left him with little choice but to trail behind, a tinge of curiosity guiding his steps as they ventured through the hallowed halls.

"Take a sit"

As they reached the bishop's office, a space steeped in quiet reverence, the bishop gestured toward a chair, his tone carrying a jovial yet mysterious air. Tristan, resigned to his current circumstance, took a seat as invited, his eyes attentively scanning the room for clues to the purpose of this unexpected encounter.