That day, Brandon went back to Church of Rheanne.
Brandon leaned back against the plush couch casually.
Across from him, Callista von Aubrecht sat gracefully, "I understand, My Lord," she said after a brief silence.
Her fingers rested elegantly on her lap, "It is good for you to focus on training. The recent events have only proven how unpredictable things can become. Strength is the one thing we can never have enough of."
Brandon gave her a faint smile "Yeah."
She paused briefly, lowering her gaze before looking back at him "Would you need my help in this matter? If you wish, I could accompany Naevora and assist in your training. It would also serve as an added layer of security for you in the dungeons."
But Brandon shook his head slowly, "No, Calista."
"You stay here. You're the only Empyrean who remains consistently stationed in the Church. If anything goes down while I'm away you're the only one I can truly rely on to handle it swiftly."
