[u]Kareth of Lendria
Church of the Holy Order of Idris[/u]

Kareth of Lendria had arrived in the city almost a week ago. The coronation was big news in the area and it also meant that there would likely be some political change. Whenever there was a change in politics, there were often those who would oppose such changes, violently. That was where Kareth hoped to come in, coming to work for rich noblemen and wealthy royalty seeking to enforce their will upon the world. But the coronation wasn't for some time, and he had plenty of time on his hands. He had taken to sitting in the Church of the Holy Order of Idris. It was a quiet and peaceful place where he could lose himself in thought and memory. So long as he wore his relic under his clothing and didn't show up during services, he didn't have to worry about being harassed by the priests. 

A man about his age, walking with a staff and a limp entered. The rhythmic clack of the staff hitting the marble floor and the clinking of chainmail distracted Kareth from his reflections. He took a seat in a pew on the other side of the aisle and asked to see someone about evokers within the city. This put Kareth on edge. On the off chance that he could be identified as an evoker, he could end up in some trouble. All he had to defend himself with was a leather jerkin and a simple shortsword; the rest of his weapons and arms were back at the tavern. If he got up and left now, it could arouse undue suspicion, and for all he knew, the authority on Evokers couldn't identify him at all, and he could be worrying for nothing, so he stayed in his pew, but kept an eye on the wanderer across the aisle.