> Send: "Well, so are we."
> "I can't think of anyone besides another master that we'd need to be worried about, though."
>"Oh, yeah, I'm not worried or anything," Archer sends. "Just wow, that was something. Hope he's not a gambler."
>Minutes pass by. It's difficult not to wonder just what is happening. You're aware that the Church formally does not approve of Magi, but Magi are such a tiny concern compared to other things that are of greater interest, or at least greater threats, that realistically they just leave magi alone; especially since it would be a problem to get on the bad side of the Magic Association. Though you have heard stories of them going after particularly nasty rogue or harmful magi. That's not you, right..?
>Nearly 15 minutes go by before the priest steps back out. He approaches and gives you a piece of paper. "Sister Gibson would like to meet with you at Salt Air. It's down Wilmington Ave, to the north, in about 20 minutes." Checking the paper, you see that it says largely that; there is an address for the place.
>_