With a slight smirk, the old man shakily pressed his cane against the ground, using it to support his weight before standing up. His body seemed to groan and pop with each movement. Weakly brushing the dust off his cloak, he straightened himself and turned to face Kitsune. His voice cracked with age, and he spoke with a non-threatening tone.

"Now I have moved, as thou has requested. Art thou pleased?" He tilted his head upward, as if speaking to the cathedral itself. "Such insolence. They dare enter my abode and invoke the name of God. As common rabble, they lack even the decency to shut the gates. Must I entertain such slothful peasants? It would seem..."

The old man waved his hand as a powerful gust of wind spiraled around the cathedral. Every entrance and exit slammed shut in a single crash. Even the stained glass windows now had iron bars blocking them from the outside. He had planned this long before their arrival, and hardly needed to expel his energy to spring the trap. The man turned his gaze on Kitsune.

"My quarrel is not with thou, but with those who killed my brother. If thou dost value thine life, beware of the others locked within The Iron Cathedral, they will certainly try to kill us both, as they did their last 'companion'."