Denial Phase

[younggeneral]

Who: Millay
Where: City square

After hours of drying herself, finding information of her location (and the current time), and aimlessly walking around the city, Millay finally went back to the first place.

She stared at the water fountain (rather foolishly, she thought), hoping she would find an answer for her situation. She wasn't worrying her dirty

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[fallenbishop]

"That's not a good idea," a voice from behind her would call.

Luc's clothes had since dried off, and by the grace of the stars, he hadn't caught a cold. His lungs no longer hurt, and all things considered, he felt fine. His wounds were magically healed, and despite his magic reserves still being on the low-end after becoming the Wind Incarnate, Luc felt fine.

"You weren't brought here by architecture." Luc was quietly sitting at a table outside of a nearby inn, a steaming mug in front of him. His hands were folded over one another, and he was leaning forward on his elbows.

[younggeneral]

Millay turned around to see who was speaking.

The young man took her by surprise because of his similarity to Lazlo. He didn't look as friendly as her former captain, though. "Were you also taken to this place, Sir?" asked Millay. Her voice sounded weary.

[fallenbishop]

"I was, even though I should be dead right now," Luc said, taking a sip of the steaming liquid in front of him. "But fate has an annoying way of never changing."

[younggeneral]

...he should have been dead? Millay was riddled by Luc's words, but she had no interest in knowing further about his 'death'. "You said it wasn't architecture who brought me here. I assume you know what the real cause is?"