Lucas nodded at the young woman's greetings and agreed to take a walk with her. He couldn't help but feel leery at her. He didn't mind her age or her clothing, but it was rather the staff and the magic he felt coming from her form. A powerful, steady pulse that was both confident and strong.<br/><br/>He was rather apprehensive of the intricate staff she carried, his first encounter with powerful magic a bad one. But he knew better to look bias against the magic, reminding himself not all things were the same and evil is simply how you abuse the gifts His Lord bestowed.<br/><br/>But still...<br/><br/>He stayed mostly quiet as they headed for the gazebo, his face neutral and peaceful... until Miss Kane mentioned Frollo. His face twisted into grief and rage for a few seconds, before he pulled himself together and simply pursed his lips together in an attempt to keep a sight to himself.<br/><br/>"I thank you for your condolences," he said, smiling a bit. "Father Frollo was a good man and did not... deserve to go the way he did. He raised me when I was orphaned and is the sole reason why I am here today. He is the reason why I am even here, if I can be honest Miss Kane. I wish to avenge his unwarranted death somehow."<br/><br/>Lucas stopped walking and looked at her, hearing her comment about<em>Fides</em>. "You have seen<em>Fides</em>?" Lucas asked, surprised as he touched the sword of unconscious emphasis. He did not think anyone else knew of it, since it was personal gift from Father Frollo when he was knighted into the Order. "When?"