Dante Néron the high priest of the Church of Mene stepped down from his pulpit his grey eagle like eyes scanning the congregation. He instantly spotted who he was looking for, the newcomer, he had never seen them before and such a small town that was… unheard of.

He strode through the crowd his eyes wandering the strangers garb, it was revealing and skin tight in all the right places. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from this blasphemous newcomer, and he didn’t want to.