[Mini Event] just the way of things

archebold Fear is the price of imagination Wessex? Dead? Well...that was unfortunate. He did so favor the strength she exuded, though perhaps all that mattered little now that she was no longer around. Had Archebold been able to sigh he would have done so, instead his eyebrows merely lifted at the words Remi had spoken. Help of the Ascended to escape? Well, wasn't that just the bees knees. He had thought to linger behind, though seeing as he was the only Ascended here at the moment, and the mention of their help being needed...well that just tickled his pickle and he had a sudden interest to learn more. Walking stick tapped along as he weaved through the crowd, either politely or by simply walking through someone when he stopped just before Remi ….'Sad Eyes' he inwardly dubbed the young man. "Curious as to how we may be of assistance...there are no visible openings through the barrier and apparently the last of us to attempt to fight this guardian of the spire saw an abrupt end. However...like it or not, we are in this together. Whatever it is you will be needing of me..." Archebold paused to look over the others before fixing his dark eyes on the alchemist. Bowing his head slowly. "...speak the words. I will be there, my friend." The latter stressed subtly, as if it were such a foreign idea for Archebold to claim anyone to be anything other than means to feed...an attuned no less...but there was the sad-eyed young one, mentioning an eventual need and Archebold would express his desire to aid any way he could.