[Mogget chuckles—yes, chuckles—as he steers them toward the church looming in the distance, because the truth... is rarely clear-cut. Even he can admit this.]

Which am I? I suppose you shall have to wait and see.

[He bounds a few steps ahead, looking around at the church's surroundings. He's not sensing anything magical about this place? It's just another run-down building, but like he's going to actually say that. If Tristan knows something he doesn't....]

For now, I suggest you focus your attention on finding this leyline of yours.