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The Sorcerer casts a spell, and then he, the Regent, and the Marshal step aside to confer. Fulrad nervously paces from corner to corner – he wasn't invited to discuss the important matters.
Tifa sees how Geoffroy gestures, arguing with his father, how Adalgard frowns in response, how the emotionless Sorcerer occasionally interjects, clarifying something. Finally, those in power are ready to deliver their verdict to Tifa.
“So, we have decided that despite the ancient feud between humanity and the tribe of Abominations, we will preserve your un-life, because we do not see you as a significant threat. And even grant you relative freedom. In the next month, you will not leave this city except by my order or the order of Marshal Geoffroy. On the first day of April, you will set off with him on a long journey – and if you have any objections, first remember that you owe this man your un-life. Also, remember that justice will not be on your side if your origin is revealed. I will leave you now.”
The Regent, the spiritual advisor, and the Sorcerer leave Tifa alone with her guarantor.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers