[Funkduder]

"So you're not going to tell me your name then, huh? I guess 'old man' will have to suffice, for now," Michael jeered at the old man. He pulled out a meal from his rations and offered it to him. "A moral servant of Sheol. That's an oxymoron. However, that also means he's more reasonable than others of supernatural power. This is my chance." Taking out one on his own, he began to strategize. "I talked to some strategic experts through the Aether satellite. It is likely that the city will be attacked soon by some powerful, but not world-threatening, force. Even if we have taken part in a massacre near the tavern, this attack will focus all of the city's forces, including the saints, into the city walls to do battle with this force. If we want to escape arrest and false execution by the men of this city, that will be our chance."