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Experience: 4/20 EXP (LVL UP PENDING)
Location: S.O.U. Hideout
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@Lugubrious's Peach, and @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN's Geralt
Regarding her with nary a sideways glance, Benedict took a long look out towards the cityscape below his pensive expression reflecting back at him through the glass. He didn't get the sense Peach was deceiving him, although her explanation did parse on being a bit fanciful for the likes of a man such as Benedict.
"Needless to say I consider it enough that I am not dead, though the sentiment is appreciated." the Turk turned his head slightly, expression unchanged as he pressed his spectacles to the bridge of his nose "However noble you or your groups intentions are, I find this idea of a being lording over this world a bit farfetched." perhaps this being was real, perhaps there were these Guardians and maybe there was a better explanation for the world being so different and if he could see the evidence the Turk would give the idea some credence.
The one called Geralt added to what his colleague said about righting the world, while that was all well and good it didn't exactly matter as much as getting the life he once had back. He had a promise to keep, or rather the one he had failed to keep up to this point. Benedict's brows knitted together and a frown crept upon his face "Perhaps you are right," with a deep breath he sighed, turning away from the window to face the Witcher "If that is the case then the position I hold here is meaningless." glancing once more out the window the Turk sounded almost melancholy but it was impossible to tell by the monotone of his voice, remaining quiet for the remainder of the meeting until Geralt mentioned something the struck a chord with him.
Benedict had a child, one he raised since the Saltiron War ended but this child was not his by birth. Her parents and clan were killed by the very house Benedict served, she was hid in a cave but a crying babe. He couldn't allow the child to die, and took her in. Raised her as his own. She was his reminder of regrettable act, one he never told her about but she always suspected. The Turk didn't doubt if she or anyone else were here they would not hesitate to help the Seekers, so maybe Benedict should.
"My field of expertise relies upon my skill as a strategist, and my wits." he said nodding as he finally came to a decision "Perhaps it is in my best interest to aid you and your group," it was better than returning to the facade of his life in Midgar, and if he could help them accomplish their task he would if it brought him closer to finding the rest of House Wolffort "I as a member of this cities security, do have some pull here as one might say." he could get in to contact with the local officials, gather intelligence and maybe useful resources if need be "Allow me to properly introduce myself. Benedict Pascal of Midgar's Public Security Division." the old Turk gave the Seekers a slight bend of his back, less than a bow but still a proper acknowledgement.
