Cyrus was taken a bit off guard by all the chatter that was directed towards him, he was used to talking, but not so used to being talked to. Though with about as much courteousness the old timer could muster he greeted everyone one by one. He already knew the town Sheriff, Splinters, so he gave him a simple tip of the hat. He was also greeted by Eliza who had asked if they were having company, Cyrus spoke in his gruff old voice, "Yes, child I'm guessing these are the people who have answered my call to arms." With that he placed his arm on her shoulder and gave her a gentle push forward towards the pews.

As he went through greeting everyone he noticed one of them was quite peculiar, he noticed one red eye in his socket, he decided to not acknowledge it at the moment, but that wouldn't stop Cyrus from being as careful as possible around the strange foreign man. Calmly, Cyrus instructed everyone to sit "Alright, alright, everyone have a seat in the pews here." he pointed towards the worn out old stained brown benches that sat unevenly in front of the podium.

When everyone got done sitting down Cyrus began to speak again from the podium, "Now I don't want to waste any time here, this town is in trouble..." He decided to be quite frank "...believe it or not, there are unholy creatures out there in the darkness waiting to pray on the fine people of this city, many of us have seen them." he looked around at everyone in the seats and continued "The few of us able to fight back hasn't been enough, we need all the firepower we can get. That's why you're here." Cyrus stopped talking and stepped off the podium for a moment, he walked to the left front side of the church.

His footsteps came closer once more as Cyrus stepped out from the edge of the church, he had over his right shoulder a body, nearly naked, clothed only in ripped pants, nothing but flesh and bones it seemed. Cyrus dumped the body on the floor, and it's face was revealed, large jagged teeth came from its gaping maw, it had dead eyes black as coal. "This..." Cyrus paused "...is a vampire." he stopped again, allowing that thought to echo throughout the room. "At least this is one of the poor bastards that went without blood for too long" Cyrus kicked the lifeless body "Full ones'll look just like you or me" he scanned the room for a moment, giving extra attention to Gavril. "Now these guys are a problem, but not the biggest one at the moment." Cyrus now walked back and forth in the front of the room, hands behind his back. "Zombies." he said sternly "Our biggest issue right now is zombies" he knew this sounded a tad silly, but after the demonstration he gave with the vampire corpse he knew nobody would be laughing.

"Now I don't know how well educated yall are in the paranormal, but a zombie doesn't simply sprout out of the ground by itself, it needs to be animated by someone." he continued pacing the front of the room. "Now I suspect that the coven of [b][u]"peaceful"[/u][/b] witches out in the forest may have something to do with this..." Cyrus stopped in the middle of the front of the room and removed his hands from his back "So, long story short, I'm gonna need enough people to split into two groups, a cleanup posse to go clear out the graveyard, and a negotiation party to go talk to those damned black hearted witches." Cyrus' disdain for the witches showed clearly. "Now we may have to wait for a few more hunters to come answer the call I sent out, so for now we wait." Cyrus sat back down on the raised platform "any questions?" he asked.