Not minding Ling and Ying's surprised cries of 'it's Master Nostradamus!' behind him, Joshua hurried to the old mage as he held himself aloft. The warrior had wanted to extend a helping hand, but Nostradamus appeared in a better state than imagined. The mage merely pressed on his own forehead and complained something that sounded like 'my old bones are about to be shaken off' before quickly realizing that the warrior was coming to him.
"I knew you would be here," he greeted a little feebly. "Joshua, it's great that I could see you here… By the way, your actions are unpredictable as ever."
"I could say the same—your performance is even more unexpected than I imagined… Nostradamus, how did you get here?"
