Recalling the first time Abel had met Emily Thompson outside St. John's Market, he couldn't help but gulp loudly.
"She's a… Grade 2 Occultist?!"
"Indeed." Hugh Preston nodded. After taking a sip of bourbon, he continued, "Her Hallmark is not suited for combat, yet she remains a most formidable adversary."
Abel was stunned speechless. He couldn't even begin to imagine that the young lady who had 'bumped into him' outside St. John's Market, and then bought him coffee afterward actually turned out to be a Grade 2 Occultist!
He asked curiously, "Sir, may I know what her Hallmark is?"
Hugh Preston revealed a knowing smile. "It is impolite to speak of another's Hallmark, Abel. Especially, when they are not present."
"Ah, forgive me," the youth apologized.
Hugh Preston set the glass down on the table before adding, "All I can tell you is that she is an Aberrant-type Occultist."
"I understand." Abel nodded.
