OoC: *calls dibs* I'll edit this with my post tonight (and then there's another battle I haven't touched for a while to post in, too >.>).
EDIT: And here we go!
I'm gonna throw Brann at you and see what happens. Also, @Star Boy - hey there. Long time no see. ^_^
BiC: Brann walked through the city, making his way towards the spires rising up out of the sea of small, often shoddy buildings that humans were happy to call home. He barely noticed as the locals scattered before him, likely scared away by the great katana he carried in one hand; strangely, the immortal hadn't yet encountered any would-be heroes out to prove themselves against the obviously dangerous foreigner. He thanked the old gods and his forebears for this small mercy, and then smirked at himself for using such a silly mortal mannerism.
Even, his long walk ended in front of the great doors of te cathedral, which were strangely closed for such a building - often, church doors would remain open to offer "the faithful" easy access whenever they desired it. Shrugging, Brann simply reversed his grip on his katana and rapped the hilt against the door.
When nothing happened for a full minute, Brann silently cursed the priest he had come to
discuss things with and put his shoulder against the wood of the door.
OoC: I think that should do for now.