Truthfully, this place also unsettled him. So many unanswered questions, yet he did not believe it was the Fade. No, it was likely that it was something else entirely, something far different. He remained somewhat removed from the revelries, more than content to be ignored as he tried to piece things together.

And then he saw a ghost. Or rather, a ghost passed him. His first thought was that he couldn't be seeing her, that perhaps this was yet another dream. It would hardly be the first time. Yet, somehow he suspected that might not be the case. His second thought was that she might very well be a demon. But again, that seemed to serve little purpose. A spirit? Or the Knight-Commander herself, returned to flesh through some dark magic of Corypheus.

Whatever she (it) might be, against his better judgement, he called out to her.

"Knight-Commander."

His hand remained firmly gripped on his sword, prepared for whatever might come to pass.