"I can hardly believe after all these years, we are parting ways."
"Indeed, it does seem wrong to leave this place.'
Hanneman and Manuela stare at each other, bags in hand. Well, small purse for Manuela's part. Both spare a last glance at the monastery. The older man coughs, "It's been an honor teaching with you Manuela."
"You as well, Hanneman. I suppose you're off on a last ditch effort to finish your research"
"Ahem, of a sorts.' He adjusts his glasses and glances back at the girl waiting impatiently on a horse. "And you? Off to try to find your true love?"
Manuela smiles, "Perhaps. I actually think I'll return to Enbarr, with all that's happened, I think it'll be important not to forget the good of that place. I think I'll start a school of music. Maybe even direct my own opera. I have some marvelous poetry to work from."
"Well I wish you the best.'
"You as well."
The two part with a last handshake and Hannemen huffs as he mounts his tall horse. "Well then Lysithea, where too?"
"I do have a few messages to deliver to my parents and some of the nobles bordering Ordelia, but after that I don't know, professor. To be honest I'm not sure I should be leaving. I don't have much time left, perhaps…"
"Don't be ridiculous my girl. You have far more time than I do and as the Father of Crestology, I will make sure you live to me my age at least! And I intend to make that promise to your parents when we see them. The atrocities those fiends committed are unforgivable and I swear to do everything in my power to set it right."
Lysithea gives a small hopeful smile. "Then where shall we start our search?"
"After Ordelia, Enbarr; I have some theories about Edelgard's crests….."
