The tension between the assassin and the missionary was thick. Though only having been indoctrinated just a few years ago, nothing about the assassin sat well with the man. Still, he'd say nothing; tracing over the trail left by the Arbite- subtle though it was. This would continue for some time, all the while with the priest's hand resting upon the haft of his warhammer. When they arrived at the 'Southern Square', the act of trailing the Arbite would become much more difficult. He couldn't hlep but chuckle, finding himself tracking down a man as he would a beast back on his homeworld.

	After a bit of a walk forward, the subtle sounds of someone speaking near by reached the priest's ears. Drawing his warhammer, he cast his glance knowingly to the man at his side, "Shall you make yourself useful?" Either way, he hid himself at edge of the wall, attempting to pick up on the voices around the wall.[hr]

>Continue following trail
>Draw Warhammer
>Listen to conversation