He's not all that concerned about the cult. They're harmless. Kind of cute. And generous. He can forgive their oddness for a bit of wine. He's more interested in studying the rift itself, even if it's from a distance. (He would like to get close to it, but gaining that kind of permission isn't likely to happen, is it?)

So he goes looking for a good place to observe the rift, a book and inkwell in hand to take notes. He stops at the sight of the templar, clears his throat, and makes to skirt around her.