CUTSCENE START

Panning down from the snowy mountains, though the cloud peeks we see the spire of a Guild Church. As we lower, we see it’s built on a cliff edge.

We focus on an old cleric leaning out of a high window, and a soldier below in front of the door.

CLERIC

I'm sorry, you seem to be mistaken — I do not recognise the authority of this 'lord' that you speak of

CLERIC

My purpose is to protect this pavilion, and THAT'S IT.

CLERIC

And I've been doing just great for the past — wait, how many years has it been?

SOLDIER

Look, they only sent one of me, so obviously they didn't consider you much of a threat

CLERIC

Well obviously YOU didn't consider the raw, magical power contained within this pavilion of wonders, did you?