[Vergil watches the man as he comes away from the bushes, tracking his movements with his eyes. He wonders for a moment if he is one of the Fog God's followers sent to guide him to their meeting place. It's somewhere in this city, but as for an exact location, he doesn't know.
The not knowing disturbs him more than the fact that he's standing in a deserted city used by a powerful god and their cult.
He doesn't reply right away, measuring his words carefully.]
I would assume I am here for the same reason you are.
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The not knowing disturbs him more than the fact that he's standing in a deserted city used by a powerful god and their cult.
He doesn't reply right away, measuring his words carefully.]
I would assume I am here for the same reason you are.