People were coming in now. Several of them.

The first was a strange man. He smelt like sweat and blood and fire and metal. The kind of iron that he himself forged. His accent was very forced, judging by the slight squeak at the end of each word he spoke. It wasn't natural to him as it would be for someone who normally had that accent. The asked a stupid question, which his aggressors laughed off, and then inquired as to whether or not this was a trap. Something Benedict himself was wondering.

Then another person entered. This one... this one smelt like blood.

He turned his head at an angle so his eyes could look past his hood and at the two newcomers. These two were vastly different from the three men he had already seen.

The new man was older looking than he expected. All the hair from his receding hairline had migrated to his lips and jaw. He was portly, but tall and muscular. A bit like a heavyweight cage fighter. He spoke too much. Asked too many questions to which answers were either obvious or wouldn't be truthfully told. The other person was a slender woman. She was pale and had very long, dark hair. She was tall for a woman too. A little over waist level for him. Her eyes were very red. She had an... unnerving aura to her being. Nothing he was bothered by, but his predatory instincts told him she was... stranger than the other two in a way they didn't share.

He didn't like these people. He didn't like all this talking and white noise. He was used to quiet mornings and evenings. With the attack every now and again. He was a quiet person.

[b]"Excuse me."[/b] Ben stated, pulling one of his massive hands out of his coat's pockets and placed it on the back of the pew, which groaned under his weight as he pushed himself upwards. Ben slowly and purposefully stood up to his full height, towering over everyone else by three feet or more. While sitting, his size was less apparent. But now his true mass was shown. Each of his arms were as thick as a normal man's torso and judging by the curvature of his torso in the very masculine 'V' body shape, he was extremely muscular.

Ben took a few strides to the pews ahead of the ground. Another four rows or so. It would lessen the chance that they'd come after him. He saw them pulls guns. They were armed. He didn't want to be around them. Not until he knew why he was called here.