"Oh, he was the Solomon Father Frollo talked of," Lucas said, realization dawning on him. It could explain why Father Frollo apparently knew the Kanes then. The deceased priest had always claimed he has had it in his family's possession for years when it was given to them by a 'Solomon'. "He talked warmly of the man, though I doubt he knew him."<br/><br/>He looked away when the Crown and Church was mentioned, sighing. He wasn't new to this type of situation, remembering many times his missions were compromised or force to finish quickly due to this or that from this person or that person. It could be irritating.<br/><br/>"Two parties of interests will always forever clash on things," he said to her, touching the broadsword as if remembering something unpleasant. He remembered the scuffle over him being giving<em>Fides</em>in the first place, remembering how some of the people wanted it back in London and how the Vatican were refusing. They were still fighting over it if he bothers to check in on the political nature of Church every once and a while.<br/><br/>"Father Frollo was open to all," he said. "He believed in the best of people and was happy to help in anyway that could. He believed in forgiveness and second chances, forever citing the Prodigal Son as his favorite. It... it was his downfall in the end, sadly. That... that wi... that<em>person</em>killed him when he was defending her."<br/><br/>He was lost in his own, selfish thoughts until he bothered to look at her and saw her as she spoke. Lucas felt empathy for the woman when he saw the way she tightened her hand on the staff, as if holding onto something real and not something no longer real. He's been doing that for the past few months. He smiled at her in hopes of giving her some form of comfort.<br/><br/>"I'm glad Father Frollo's legacy of good deeds still lives on," he says. "Tell me, what is this hunt you're having? I am more than happy to help with it along with the task you wish to give me."