[.... What a strange conversation, it reminds him vaguely of interrogation. Stolas peers over his shoulder bird eyes honing in on the text–  Dealings with authority may get tricky if that who your client is. He keeps this in mind while he contemplates a response.]

[txt]: I see, I shall keep that in mind.
[txt]: It is quite dangerous, so I do not blame you.

[He has heard of the Future Foundation, vaguely, people trying to rid of this whole mess. Although, he's a little suspicious of the organization– there's a concern if those Despair Obsessed Fools had wormed their way into their ranks. ]

[txt]: Similar predicament? Hm, well I suppose.
[txt]: Indeed, I could leave, but it'd likely lead into unnecessary complications.... I can hold my own here though.

[ He lets a few minutes pass, staring at the messages– contemplative. He sniffs lightly, wondering if it'd be right to question his client.]

[txt]: ...Forgive me for being presumptuous, but you speak as if you aren't currently in Towa City...?