Two unlikely candidates stood leaning against the wall of the cathedral amongst the rest. Angela and Damien both lifted their eyes at the red-headed woman's quite unexpected phrasing. They glanced at each other quizzically. They had expected her to be... somewhat more eloquent and European, for an established member of the order and a knight. Both of them came off the wall, straightening up, but kept their heads down. Regardless how rebellious or shy they seemed, they had both flown over from the states to be there. They were at least going in. 

Although up front about its religious backround, the letter had been quite persuasive. Having also provided the funds for the trip, the two siblings couldn't say no. Damien, needed to get off his arse and get a job, and so Angela guilted him into it. She herself was more used to travel, and was hopeful at least this agent wouldn't ask her to kill anybody. "Come on, kid." She teased her younger brother with a playful smirk.

The two Americans looked around to see who else was coming.