It seemed like having to encounter an non-hostile Arcadian on the Streetlight Talon was too much of a luck. Now that there was a normal Arcadian who wasn't some sort of dimensional lord from another dimension who was somehow kind enough to give me a trinket and sound advice, I really don't like how my luck would occur once again in the future.
As for how I managed to make her appear, it was more of a boring hypothesis, really. The presence of her existence lingered upon both me and Roger specifically, and the strength of the presence weakened with every distance that set both of us apart.
There must be some complicated reason behind all of this. But in terms of probability, the simplest answer was always the right one. So I tried to determine the flow of change to see if there were any extra variables in the mix before searching around for some spells or special ancestral ability that was recorded inside my memory.
