Feeling lost, you wind up sitting on the steps of a rather small church to escape the pouring rain.

It's not long before a man with one red eye and one eye covered by his red hair joins you.

He sits next to you in silence for a bit before he turns to you.

"You're new here, aren't you? I'm the Arch-Canon of this church; the Order of the Burning King, Argent Zephyr. You're welcome inside if you'd like, it's much warmer in there."

Argent's voice has a very distinct Irish accent.