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The man was of course right. Whatever the hooded man's motives were for trying to sack the palace with three men were, it was clear logic was not factored into his plans. There was always the small chance they would be able to succeed and save the boy, but what then? The Divine Knights would tear the city apart looking for them, and once the public was put in the path of the angered knights they would turn the anger and he blame onto them. The risk was clearly not worth the reward. Why was Alber even considering this? He hadn't come her to play hero. The visions had led him here with signs of war and death. Attacking the God-Queen would cause the very opposite of what he hoped to achieve. Marcus looked at the man near the Griffin as the other scurried away and disappeared from sight.

"His words were harsh, but he speaks the truth. Letting someone die that does not deserve death is truly a blow against one's heart, however think of his family, his friends, his lover. What would befall them if we were to succeed in saving him? Would a man that braves the executioner's platform without struggle allow us to save him knowing what the Queen will do to those close to him, no I think not." Alber said as he wiped off his pipe with his cloak and placed it back into his mouth. A single flame appeared at the tip of his finger, lighting the pipe as he continued to speak. "I like to think there are still those brave enough to sacrifice themselves for the greater good out there, but then again I am a romantic. Regardless, tonight I will go and see those who dare oppose a goddess. Are you brave enough to make that journey too?

Alber did not wait for a response, he simply turned his back and walked back into the crowd. He had a feeling about this manm perhaps he was the one in the vision.

"Only time will tell I suppose."