A helping hand (bonus chapter for monthly votes)

After growing accustomed to the gloom of the confessional, Sifa heard waves breaking against the shore nearby. Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere here, his mood grew calm and gentle.

Sifa took off the Storm Emblem and passed it to the bishop through the gap in the partition.

"Someone is targeting me. They just set up a rather unthreatening ambush at the Fire Dragon Bar, but I believe that was only the prelude."

"Experience tells me there's definitely more than one of them, and they probably aren't weak. I have no companions, and I'm taking the Green Emerald to Bayam at five this evening. I think they'll attack during the voyage."

"I need help. Companions or bodyguards."

"Hmm, at least Sequence 7. The stronger, the better. I can pay in gold pounds. If there are any special requirements, they can bring those up too. If I can afford them, I certainly won't be stingy."

The bishop behind the partition fell silent for a few seconds, then passed the emblem back. "Return to the Fire Dragon Bar. If someone is willing to accept this commission, he'll contact you before you board."

"That person certainly has the ability to resolve your problem. However, his fee is substantial. At least a thousand pounds."

A thousand pounds?

He must be a powerful high Sequence Beyonder!

"No problem. Compared to my life, a thousand pounds is practically a bargain." Inadvertently revealing his nouveau riche nature, Sifa removed his hat, held it against his chest, and bowed slightly. Then he put the Storm Emblem back on and left the church.

He took off the emblem as soon as he left the church. Rather than wandering the streets, he quickly returned to the Fire Dragon Bar.

Pushing open the bar's heavy door, Sifa surveyed the room and found