As always, Ezekiel had been planning. Over the weeks he had been devoting more and more of his time to take the heathens, the ones who threatened his gods. It came to the point where he would isolate himself, rarely seeing others in the church.He would still see the occasional follower that needed advice when he needed to, and had met and welcomed the growing number of new converts into his church, but he even developed a habit of skipping meals if it meant that he would learn more about his sworn enemies. He lifted his head up from the haphazardly spread papers around his desk, rubbing his temples. Hours of scanning over these documents usually left him with a migraine, but it was worth it. He learned more about the Saints, and even if they were doing the same, he was confident he held the upper hand.

Suddenly, Ezekiel stopped. Wait. From the grand window he saw movement on the guild's side of the street. And they had...Something? The lack of light made it hard to see, but they definitely had something. Ezekiel watched the traffic to and from the building a lot, but he hadn't seen much like this before. 

This was an interesting problem. Now, he had managed to get a couple of documents and rumors about plans, but nothing was this early as far as he knew. His own would have to get changed, and it annoyed him, but it was for the better good. Down a staircase and past a few rooms he got the attention of three of the orphans in his charge, the older ones, the ones he knew he could trust. "Mattias." Calling one of them over, he directed them to watch the scene to see anything he might miss. He called another over, named Florence, to accompany him to the guild. He took only a pistol and dagger, hiding them under his over shirt on each side of his waist. If this went as intended he wouldn't be seeing any action, or have any use of them, but it always helped to be prepared. It wouldn't have been the first time he had ran into trouble with them. As an instinct he checked to see if the animal skull he normally wore was on, and of course, it was. Was there anyone who had seen him without it on? Counting the recent years, he couldn't say there was.

Before leaving, the priest took some pamphlets and information regarding the church, and directed Florence to do the same. He didn't want to enter the guild directly, at least not yet; staying on the sidewalk and around the building was a safer choice for now. It was public property after all, and while he did hand out information just to seem busy, it wasn't like it was in vain. By staying outside he was able to see the patterns of people going in and out, and would eventually hope to make it in when he could spot holes in the setup. Even making it in the front entrance would be better than not making it at all. Eventually Florence would just serve as not much more than a distraction, easily being able to run across the street in case things got bad. For now, though, the two simply handed out the leaflets and preached to anyone that seemed even remotely interested.