The cult leader, your old friend, was silly to say the least.

You were friends, despite being on the opposite sides of the sorcerery world. You managed to keep contract despite having orders to kill him on the spot.

It was one of the days you visited him, as you walked around the cult and the shrine. Geto was talking about the cult being successful, not paying attention into his surroundings.

All until he bumped his forehead on a door frame. Who could blame him, he was tall.