Not a single soul was inside the church, save for whoever might be ringing that blasted bell. Galen had just about enough of everything going on. The whole town was in shambles, and he hadn't seen a single person in the whole area. He couldn't be bothered to take his time getting to anyone who might be in danger. Life had a tendency to shit on people like himself and whoever might be beyond that door. He quickly moved past anything that was in the way, and just before he entered the doorway, he shouted, loud as he could, "'oo goes there? What be all the damned ringin' about?"

Of course, he didn't wait for an answer. Still preparing himself for any sort of ambush that might lay in wait (still the Dodge action), he opened the door, and made is way in. After all, these people had just been attacked by something, and even if everyone in there meant no ill will, they might panic and take a swing at him. He wasn't the most beautiful man, and he had that damned drow bloood in him, which his skin showed nicely.