The strange man seized his shoulder, planting his hand directly on his armlet. Kareth was petrified with dread: [i]How could he tell? Was it a bulge of the sleeve? Is he an evoker himself? Or has he somehow been trained to sense evokers?[/i] He frantically thought. The man released Kareth and started to leave, pausing to give him some parting words. "They say that relics are as tied to each other as they are to their masters. Many scholars in the north believe that Evokers are destined to cross paths. Do you believe that?" Before Kareth could respond, a procession of bustling priests blew through the chapel. Once they passed, the mystery man said, "This is a dangerous city, and a dangerous place for an evoker. And the church is to holy for one to provoke another inside its walls," before following the procession. 

Kareth let out a relieved breath, and noticed his hand had unconsciously gripped his sword. He relaxed his hand and waited a minute before leaving the chapel. [i]I'll never be able to return here. Who the hell was that man?[/i] He figured it would be better to return to the tavern and retrieve his arms and armor. It certainly seemed like anti-evoker sentiment might be brewing within the city, a sentiment he didn't want to meet unprepared.