[Rictor/Siana - Grande Cathedral | 1:30pm]
Her words made him arch an eyebrow and glance around at their surroundings, but then he relented with “Ah. Good point.” The idea of secrecy was one uniquely lost on Rictor Cassul; the man was an open book splayed for the viewing, and he tended to relax his guard even further around the Cathedral. And cunning wasn’t even his strong suit to begin with. But it was a welcome reminder, and so he gladly let the matter drop for now. “That would be fucking perfect, actually. Gives me some time to run it by the Feldwebel and get back to you.”
They were horribly exposed out here, with parishioners filing in and out of the cathedral beside them, standing right in the main thoroughfare as they were. “Glad I ran into you, though. I’ll stop by Shieldwyrm later on.”
Banes was only a couple years older than him, a samurai rather than the holy knights he was accustomed to. The man seemed to mull over some sort of internal decision — before Rictor added a small salute and let the woman take her leave, continuing down the steps as she’d originally intended, and the Blade heading inside.
Two ships passing in the night, but they’d finally managed to hail each other down and collaborate, it seemed.