Slowly he walked together with his friends into the tavern. Here he crouched on to the chair like he did before. He didn’t say much, just quietly listened to the debate his friends were having. Thinking about the source he lost the track of conversation. He came upon the theory that, maybe they were supposed to go and revisit all the ancient shrines. The first ever made. And that there could be something hidden. A clue or something, and by visiting them they could maybe solve everything. Before he decided to let his friends on to his idea he rethought it twice. Now just as he was about to speak some weirdo showed up.
At first Ananeas didn’t take him seriously, but after all the illusions showed up, he decided to wait and listen. Knowing almost nothing on how to fight such magic, he stayed on his chair and kept listening. At the same time he was still on his guard. Waiting if any of his comrades would give Ananeas a chance to engage foes in combat.