Deston had been careful to make sure he hadn't been seen the last couple months, not wanting to have a run in with more assassins that he was sure his old friend had out looking for him. His time stalking his prey he had made sure to hide his aura lest he be found before he struck. But after finding the man had no contact with his former Grand-Magi for the past year, Deston had let his thoughts take him away, completely forgetting all pretenses of hiding himself. His mind seemed to race round and round in a hopeless cycle, looking for what he missed, questioning how he could have been so blind, where would he start now? A mixture of self pity and loathing constantly seeping its way into his thoughts, not at all helped by the sour mood of the gloomy city around him.

When a whisper broke through his thoughts panic and fear nearly startled him to his core. [i]He knows my name? An agent against the Church?[/i] Deston's eyes scanned the beggar looking man from head to toe, now fully alert. The thought of this being a trap clear in his mind. "Ex-Arch-Magi huh? Didn't know that was a thing. Few reason's to leave the Arcanocracy when you are so high up." Stopped and turned to face the man, fighting the urge to run. It was clear to Deston how powerful a mage the man standing before him was so if nothing else he said was true the Arch-Magi part couldn't be far off. "What kind of proposition would you such a high ex-ranking member of the Arcanocracy have for me? Perhaps the better question to start off should be how do you know my name?