A tall and somewhat slight human entered the tavern, seeming a bit weary and completely disinterested in the stage show. He leaned slightly on his staff as he walked, the upper end of which bore the white and gray sun insignia of the Orzhov Syndicate. Anyone who didn't live under a rock with the Gruul clans cleared some extra space for him as he walked through the foggy tavern. The cloak draped over him bore the same symbol on his back, a symbol he had come to learn demanded respect of some and fear of many, even if he did not wish for it to be so. He would seek redemption in turning corruption to piety, even within his own small place as a cleric among the Orzhov. An opposite progression of what he had seen in his life and what he learned had happened in his time away from home in Innistrad. Even if he could pull the planeswalker card and take command of the Syndicate, for the time being, he elected not to and decided to at least earn some respect first.

Until he could reform the Syndicate at least back to its tradition of actually functioning like a church, he carried a name which raised him up as a symbol of the Orzhov's sway in Ravnican financial matters and their willingness to exercise it. The Cardinal of Calamity. It was no official title since he still bore the official standing of a cleric. As he did not exercise the greatest extents of his power and his power didn't have great extents regarding spirits to begin with, he was deemed rank-and-file in the eyes of the Obzedat and the Advisors. More or less, another attendant to the Church of Deals, another accountant in clergy robes ruining lives and afterlives alike. Still, he was a bit more notable than others from his constant presence around the city and his tales of strange places beyond the City of Guilds. Some thought him crazy. Among those folks, they thought it made him more intimidating.

He took a seat at the tavern bar and kept one hand on his staff, staring a bit longingly at the end of his staff with the sun symbol. Some shock still resonated within, and he snapped to attention once he realized he was no longer looking at anything in particular and had let his mind wander off to events far from where his body resided now. Even as he turned to greet the bartender, someone he knew more by name than anything else, he still seemed a bit despondent and his eyes half wandered and half drooped.

"It is nice to sit down once in a while here. To actually relax and not talk to someone just to get them to pay. Might need bigger or more drinks if I actually dealt with that part of the process. How has the place been while I was away, Mister Pax?"