Rather than take the obvious route through one of the main doors, Ahven entered the cathedral from above, slipping in through a balcony door that anyone else would be hard-pressed to gain access to from outside. Silently, he drew a pistol from its holster as he stalked through the upper walkways until finding his way to the balconies overlooking the main hall, where his keen eyes caught sight of the two beings that had already begun to assemble. One was a strange fox-like creature standing in the main aisle, but much larger and standing on two feet, as well as possessing an abnormal abundance of tails. The other was an old man with a bejeweled cane, sitting in a pew at the front of the cathedral. The fox-thing was strange, to be sure, but it was the man that drew Ahven's attention. For all intents and purposes, he appeared to be nothing more than that, but the [i]wrongness[/i] that rolled off him and soiled his surroundings made the hunter certain that it was he who was the target this evening. Rather than make himself immediately known as the fox had, he settled into the shadows of the balcony to wait and watch as events would unfold.