OoC: I'm terribly sorry about the long absence, my computer problems of late seem to have no end.
BiC: Nafien could now sense ahead of him the mithril walkway that led to the doors of the Church of the Elder Gods, barely detectable to the dark elf through the endless falling snow. The knowledge that he was close to his destination renewed Nafien's spirits, and he began to trudge forward at a quicker pace.
As he pushed through the storm, Nafien heard a voice, loud but altogether innocuous, calling to him from afar. The drow knew that first impressions could be deceiving however, and so he loosened his scimitars in their scabbards and cautiously replied.
"Greetings stranger, and well met." the dark elf called out. Nafien leaned heavily on his walking stick and acted the part of the blind man, although in truth his lack of sight was no inconvenience to the seasoned drow. "Can you tell me if I am near the Old Church? Or are you one of the clergy?" he continued. However, at that thought Nafien tensed up. He could not hope to defeat a member of the Church in this blizzard, where echolocation was lost to him. The dark elf was riding on the hope that whoever this stranger was, he wasn't an enemy. In the back of his mind Nafien also sensed a hidden entity, but who or what that third party was remained entirely unclear.