Auryn nods with a wry smile. There's something about Les' cynicism that he relates to instinctively, though there's a part of him that keeps a candle lit for romantic stories. About magic, anyway.

"Fair enough," he says. "It's human nature, isn't it? Doing a lot of dumb stuff?"

He looks up at him. "What about you? What brings you to a cursed chapel in the middle of the night?"