Kalib stands outside the large doors of the cathedral with a small frown as his brows come together. He had noticed a man walk into the building and that would have been all fine and dandy, but the man looked mildly disheveled. He lets out a soft sigh before shaking his head. "I've got a bad feeling about this... but I can't just leave someone be if they might need a hand..." He looks to the large doors and swallows hard. "Well, here it goes." The man approaches the doors and opens them with relative ease. Stepping inside, he sees the man in the center of the large space. With a silent swallow, Kalib calls out. "Excuse me sir. Are you alright?"

The man parts his hands, and nods heavenward. He doesn't bother to turn, but sends out his response. "I found myself involved in a fight with some ruffians. I am out of practice, so they managed to get some hits in. I saw the cathedral and used it for a brief moment of respite. I am also giving thanks to God for providing me with a victory over those scoundrels. To answer your question, 'No', I am not alright, but I suppose it could be much much worse." He finally turns to reveal a bruise on his cheek, he holds his finger to it and winces in pain. "I must say I commend you inquiring upon my state of health. Most people in this... realm... seem to be concerned with themselves and their ideals. I cannot fault them for thinking as such though."

Kalib nods along with the man's story as his eyes narrow. Sure he knew people would do that sort of thing, but that doesn't mean it's acceptable! Without realizing it he had balled his hands into fists. A quick flick of his wirsts would bring them back to normal. "I don't really know if God and I are on speaking terms, but I'm sorry to hear some of the people here hurt you. And yup! You're on the right side of the dirt, so it can't be too bad, yeah?" Kalib's eyes go wide as the man turns around. That bruise did look mighty unpleasant. By now he'd take a few steps forward towards the other man. "Okay, not bad still sucks. And don't mention it. My reasons for fighting come from protecting others, so it's only natural that I concern myself with the wellbeing of everyone; even strangers." Standing before the man, Kalib stretches out his right hand towards him. His smile going back to the usual warm expression he wears. "The name's Kalib! I wish we coulda met under better circumstances."

The man nods solemnly. Accepting the words into himself. He shakes the hand firmly. "My name is Nago. It is a pleasure to meet you Kalib." Once the grip is released, he continues speaking. "There are many in this place that should learn from your example. Perhaps if they could... I wouldn't need to fight any longer. Sadly, you likely know the world isn't such a place. As for your position with God... it doesn't concern me. You hold others as high as if not higher than yourself, such a way is admirable regardless of what the Lord thinks of you. I can mark you as the second person in this... "Nexus" I've been told it was called... who showed me kindness."

As the grip is released, he listens intently and speaks only after Nago is done. "You seem to have quite the talent for reading people, Nago. You're correct that I try to hold everyone in high regard. But it still bothers me that I'd only make the second to offer any sort of kindness to you... maybe you haven't met my friends yet? Well Tatsu can be a bit much, so let's omit him for a mom-" Kalib blinks in surprise. "That isn't important, silly me. The real question is who was the first?"

Nago stares deadpan at Kalib, patiently waiting for the question to be asked. "A young man, his name is Kazuya. I managed to impart some of my knowledge onto him after a brief, but fruitful spar. He informed me of all that I know of this place. A strange concept to say the least." Nago's grim expression seems to lighten as a recalls interacting with Kazuya. "Come to think of it... I met him at a shrine, now I meet you inside a cathedral. Perhaps this is God's way of trying to mend the awful situation he's thrusted me into."

"OH! Kazuya! That sounds like him alright!" Kalib beams happily. "They do say God works in mysterious ways after all. So I wouldn't be too surprised if this was for a reason. But I'm intrigued, you took him on, eh?" A glimmer of excitement comes to life in Kalib's eyes. "So what did he do? Just use his sword? What did you do? Are you a bare knuckle type of guy?"

Nago waves his hand dismissively. "In order to repay him for his kindness I decided to teach him some basic hand-to-hand combat. He has potential, but severely lacks the stamina necessary. Then again, it would be a different story if we met on the field of battle one can assume. His entire style lies outside of his fists. If I met him on his territory, I might be recovering from a decent thrashing." Despite his dark words, he seems quite pleased with himself.

Kalib nods along with Nago's words. "I know I've never had the chance to fight him while he was going all out...but it's certainly something else when you watch him break out of his shell. The lack of stamina is something I haven't heard of however... perhaps I should make sure he's okay the next time I see him." Kalib looks up at the ceiling of the cathedral and stretches his arms skyward. "I can only assume that you're selling yourself somewhat short though. You don't seem incapable in any way, shape or form. So surely if you lost the first time, you'd be prepared for the second. At least that's the feel I get from you, perhaps it's an air of maturity about you that has me thinking that."

Nago chuckles to himself peacefully. "Perhaps you may be right. I've been told that a lot in my past. Often times I told myself that. I have a firm belief that should I survive any encounter that I lost, I must take it upon myself to strive to improve. You feel the same, no? You yourself seem to be a man of principles." His stomach growls abruptly, killing the mood completely. His eyes widen in embarrassment. "F-Forgive me, I have been light on food and supplies since arriving here. I suppose it's no use trying to hide it. Those thugs I mentioned? There was someone with a bounty out on them. After some investigations, I realized my intervention was necessary. I have yet to be paid by my client. Once that happens, I will be in significantly better shape."

Kalib merely grins. "If I don't get stronger after falling, then how can I still fight alongside my friends? I know I can rely on them, but deep down I still want to be strong enough to be of use to them. I have a sort of mantra whenever I go against a foe who's more powerful than myself... 'Everyone loves an underdog story'." And just like that, a rumbling stomach knocks the mood out of the air with ease. This causes an eruption of laughter on Kalib's part. "O-Oh! Don't worry about it! And you're a bounty hunter? I'll probe further over some dinner. Can't have you wounded and hungry! Those are the two worst things a man can deal with... or something!" Kalib begins laughing once more as he awaits a reply.

Nago smiles happily. "How could I refuse? We'll definitely need to have a good conversation some time." Nago walks out of the cathedral, his head held high. "I shall see you around. You may rely on that fact."

"Sounds like a plan! Ciao Nago! Stay safe!" Waving the man out, Kalib turns to the front of the cathedral with a look of sadness. "God, huh." Shaking his head, he leaves the building with his usual warm expression.