A soft cadence rapt against the stony road as the Caster pair of the Black Faction carried their luggage. Caster, having used a small amount of magecraft to disguise her ears as normal, walked with an almost gleeful stride in her step as she approached the church. It had been so dreadfully dull being ferried about in planes and cars...she had hoped that perhaps she would gain some additional power due to her proximity to the lands of Scandinavian legend, but only the familiar chilled breeze met her waiting hand. Said hand extended outwards as she stood before the church, the lilac and white fabrics of her dress blowing with the wind. [color=FF7DFF][b]"...A shame. Just a bit further North, and the war would already be within our grasp."[/b][/color] she said, looking back upon the city of Danzig behind them, somewhat dissapointed by the fact that it wasn't a sprawling metropolis. She'd hoped to taste all the modern world had to offer, but...she supposed that could come in time. If she got her wish, she'd have every vista to herself. She scarcely paid mind to the priest's instructions, nor his insult to her and other's "pagan" beliefs. Nowadays she understood that the nature of what "Divine" meant had changed, and it wasn't like she was pious. She had no need of church documents either.

Joachim meanwhile was carrying himself with a casual air about him, having looked around with curiosity at the area they would be staying in, his attention focused on everything BUT the church. Caster had neatly packed all of her necessities within a wheeled suitcase bound by brown fabric, while Joachim carried his change of clothes and minor medical supplies within a grey duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was glad that she wasn't making him carry a ton of bags, if nothing else. [color=DBDB97][b]"Caster, c'mon. Its freezing out here."[/b][/color] he would say, drawing his servant to his side and into the building as he carried their luggage.

Once inside, Caster remained by Joachim's side, both the master and the servant visually out of place with the others as they were finally all gathered together. At least, height-wise that is. Caster had to hide a giggle at the outburst the man with the turban had before storming off; Archer it seemed was a hero of Islamic origin, or at least one from a country that worshiped Islam as its religion. Joachim nodded as he finally heard Aksha's name, glad to have avoided any awkwardness due of asking for it after everyone was supposed to be already acquainted. Leon basically gave the go-ahead for everyone to re-introduce themselves, and as such Joachim put a hand to his chest. 

[color=DBDB97][b]"I'm Joachim Heikkinen, but...Kim works fine for short. This is my servant, Caster. Hope we can win this war as fast as possible,"[/b][/color] He said, bowing his head to his elders and turning to Caster. [color=DBDB97][b]"Caster, we should start with a barrier. Can you do that?"[/b][/color]

[color=FF7DFF][b]"I can indeed, Master. That is, if I have the good Father's permission. I wouldn't want to defile your church grounds with any of my magic, after all. Eventually I'll need space for a Workshop, but I humbly request permission to establish an alarm barrier, Father Howard."[/b][/color] Caster would ask, giving a gracious bow to Howard. It would do no good to step on toes with the Church, especially when sharing space with them. Still, her manners were genuine, and her request was sensible.