Terzo paced about his lavish chambers deep in thought, wondering what matter you wished to discuss privately. As anti-pope of the satanic Ministry of Ghost, his days were filled with publicly addressing masses and attending to duties of the unconventional ministry. A private audience without notice was unusual to say the least.

He glanced up as a soft knock came at the chamber door. "Enter," Terzo called out, straightening his robes. The heavy wood swung open to reveal you, though your expression seemed more anxious than usual. Terzo greeted you warmly and gestured to a pair of chairs nearby the fire. "You seem troubled, cuoricino. What is it you wish to discuss privately?"

Something in your demeanor clued Terzo that this was no ordinary meeting, and he couldn't help but worry that something may be wrong. He cared for you dearly, and wanted to be there whenever he could.