In his tanned hand was to lay a particular book he had read much of lately. Its contents were that of the occult novel, the Ignis Fatuus, a book that had gained traction again recently from a study published by a young magician who had decided to try and replicate the phenomenon within the novel. How did Angelus come upon this study or this novel though you may ask?
Well, the man had met a rather peculiar magician recently, of a sort of pagan sect of magicians. However, they were merely magicians that partook within traditional pagan rituals, but they were shunned regardless for their faith. It was uncommon for Angelus to befriend bookworm magicians, or pagan ones at that, but the woman and he shared more than a few commonalities.
It was the end of the day, and the sun was coming to set upon the weary people of the capital, tired from their long days of work. In his light pastel red coat, he was to set out for the Coliseum where the last matches were taking place for today. Angelus lied his backside on the wall of the exit hallway of the famed Coliseum, waiting for him, the peculiar masked man. If word was right, he was a man known as Swordking, but was hated by the crowd by winning his matches with magic and deception.
Unsure whether or not the man was to take up this job, Angelus had his doubts, so was to tread carefully. Angelus sought out magicians, regardless of whether or not they were researchers. As the magician began to exit the Coliseum, that is where Angelus was to share an exchange of words with the researcher.
Angelus: "Pardon me, Swordking, but I notice your magic. I am unsure whether you know me or not, but my name is Angelus. You see, I am looking for magicians, particularly ones who are experienced, and have a knack for research. Am I right to believe you are well versed with magic and the like? Do you mind us having a chat? It could be over a meal. I will pay. Just tell me where you'd like to eat."