Angel sensed the air of unease when he invoked his master's name. He didn't mind what they thought about him, he was nothing before serving her, no significance behind any of his actions. In contrast, there was no barrier to sound sleep, and he dreamt of seeing his master smiling honestly again, without the influence of that enchanter. Kalabac was bothersome but he could not have bested her parents who hadn't quite given her their blessing to begin her campaign; regardless, the situation at hand was dire, Angel did not have a mind for quests, though only he could fulfill his.

He left his quarters, drawn by the chanting. Surely this too was magic, if going by another name. While he was waiting, he thought he may as well see what all the fuss was about, that City Father. Demons were no matter, Angel would have faced whatever threatened his master, the man was interesting is all. The curious thing was whether or not the heralded figure actually believed in what he did, and out of that determination, whatever it was, did it make him stronger. He looked for someone already talking about him, asked if he was really as the legends say. "This patron of yours...Is he more than an official?"