It seemed that life-threatening situations did speed up Mattheus's mind, honing his focus and forcing his brain to fire on all cylinders. He had experienced it in the moments when he spoke with society members where just a single misstep would reveal his duplicity but it had never been more obvious than the sneak attack of Verne while he was disguised as Arsenio Leblanc or now.
Shoving the sheathes of paper, impossibly mixed up during his harried search for information, back into his Inventory, he pulled out his walking stick again and started moving.
Not only did he not want to be a fixed target that stayed in one place but he also might need to navigate the area depending on the answers Brunilda gave him.
And it was probably a good idea to get closer to the portal, a jagged line of warped space in the air just wide and tall enough for a single gug to squeeze through, if they wanted to close it.
