Lucas watched the green tinted man leave with the faerie (<em>Is she one?</em>, the Knight thought) as Selene glared at them. He had a feeling something unsavory had happened between the woman and the supernatural but he knew better than to push. It was clear she didn't want anyone to find out about her past. Her smoldering glare at Lord Greentree<br/><br/>And, once more, with the barely veiled threats from the supernatural. They must remember the Law of Manners, right? Well, the letter at least and not the (non-existent) spirit of it.<em>Honestly</em>, he scoffed quietly to himself in his mind,<em>I am a Knight Templar for a reason. I had to be taught and educated</em>.<br/><br/>He already had an idea Selene was dangerous with the time he had spent with her. There was no need to remind him again and again as if he was an insipid child that must be led by his hand. It somewhat peeved him, with the way they are looking down at him simply because he does not have born or natural magic but only enchantments and senses as his weapons. He stopped himself and sighed, feeling horrible for being so selfish. He didn't see Selene complain about it, did he?<br/><br/>Green Knight... he had heard of that tale before, as a story Father Frollo once told him when he was a child. He didn't like it because it made his favorite knight, Sir Gawain, seem so flawed. But the details escaped him. He just remembered it somehow involved a year and some sort of challenge.<br/><br/>"New York," he said, breaking out of his wandering thoughts. "I must go to New York. She is there somewhere, committing her murders and rituals. The Archive mentioned that people are noticing it, so there must be a report of some sorts. If I can go there soon enough and get those reports in my hands, I can pinpoint exactly where she is."<br/><br/>Lucas made a face though, remembering that he must first get allowance from the Vatican to travel somewhere in such a hurry. It'll take too long though. "Is there anyway for me to travel quickly?" Lucas asked Selene, drumming his fingers against<em>Fides</em>' hilt, taking comfort in the sword's presence and power. "I must get there before she notices my movements and flees from her current dwelling place."