The darkness was unbearable, it was shifting, amorphous, without definition or constraint. It was maddening. No words, no order, nothing to describe. He didn't like that. Then, as though a prayer had been answered, light, form, shape. Light cast away darkness... warmth and benevolence caused cold and cruelty to vanish. Light's purpose, its duty, is to illuminate, to guide. Duty casts away uncertainty. Yes, those words made sense, felt familiar, at least to Franz... Franz, the name felt right for some reason. His mind steeled against what darkness might remain, he looked upon the statue, its form, while beautiful (despite the lack of facial features), left him with a sense of revulsion, as though it should not be, as though its very existence was somehow..

	"Blasphemous." Yes, the word felt righteous as it left his lips, Franz's voice ringing within his armor, freed from any sort of doubt his mind may have had. His muscles ached, stiff and burdened by his armor, heavy plate atop robes and padded cloth, adorned in icons, parchment, and a heraldry of some sort. Though their exact meaning was somewhat vague, he could not help but feel a sense of great pride, joy, and duty. As he rose, surprised by his own strength, he felt several items swinging from his waist, a few small books, more icons, and a heavy mace to be exact. The books were old, leather bound, and obviously used frequently. A sense of security came over Franz as he flipped through a tome called [i]The Book of Deiwos[/i]. Upon his back was slung a pack, and a kite-shield of both wood and metal, painted with the same heraldry that adorned a section of his robes and armor. It depicted a great beast, appearing to be both reptilian and mammalian in nature, being felled by a mailed fist surrounded by holy light. 

	Turning his attention from his own personal affects, Franz looked to the other occupants of the room, many of them were revolting in body, inhuman monsters or creatures of a more ancient and natural world, a world before man. Those who did not disgust him outright with their appearance, still did not escape suspicion or disdain from his hidden glare and scowl. Even those who seemed trustworthy or of good nature, did not seem all too innocent in his eyes. After all, some force must have brought them to this place, brought [b]him[/b] here, for what reason, he could only guess at. Certainly some greater power had seen fit to intervene in the world, perhaps their innocence and purity were to be tested by their maker? Such a thought brought both fear and delight to him, if such was the case, none would find him wanting.But for those who where, Franz would find out himself.