As he made his way to the temple he was a approached by a hooded knight. The knight was asking him if he'd seen any Priestess of Oadot go by. He glanced around, not seeing who the knight was referring to so he looked back and replied with a rather dry. "No. I haven't." A second or so after he spoke, he realized that maybe he came off a little coarser than he needed to.
"My apologies for the tone. I've been traveling alone for the past week. But, no, I haven't see one. I just arrived mere minutes ago. I was sent here to investigate some rumors. While I can see where the tensions lie, what exactly is it that has three separate armies just looking for an excuse to slaughter one another?" He asked. While he had quite a bit of faith in his combat ability, he certainly wasn't going to be taking on an entire army, let alone three. "I know it's in the temple, I just got permission to go inside. Are you headed inside as well?"
While he talked, he closely examined the man. The armor wasn't like any he'd seen before, dark metal. The sword he wielded was still in it's scabbard so he couldn't judge the material, but he seemed to be a Slayer. Decently skilled dispatchers of the undead. He'd always wanted to go fight some undead, but fortunately, he's never had to. "Stranger, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're of the Slayer's guild, correct?"