His complexion was slightly haggard, the corners of his mouth weary, as though he was chronically deprived of sleep. Under his hat, his dark mid-length hair was casually tied at the back of his head, with a few unruly bangs fluttering in the wind, occasionally obscuring his eyes.
The man seemed to have been waiting here for too long, even falling asleep.
"Sorry, I've troubled the staff of the Dimensional Branch."
Moved by a sudden realization, Sigrid acknowledged that this was the Dimensional Priest she was looking for, their agreed-upon signal for meeting being a cartoonish Silver Moon Crown.
Originally, she was somewhat worried that being suddenly swept away by a temporary Void Gate, the people from the Dimensional Branch would give up waiting for her after her prolonged disappearance.
To her surprise, the Dimensional Priest was so tenacious, he practically lived at the reception just waiting for her.
