As you walk into the kitchen you're overwhelmed by a strange feeling-it's sort of like being watched, but it's more than that... you feel as if you're being evaluated, scrutinized by a presence that isn't all that impressed by what it sees. It doesn't take you long to pinpoint the source of that feeling: a cleric of some kind dressed in black and grey robes, with a coil of sorts atop his otherwise bald head. He's handsome in a sterile and intimidating sort of way-but you can't even imagine this guy dating anyone. He's just so... severe.

"You reek of sin.. and grease."