It was a long trip upon the lightning rail, and Verric was happy it was over with, downpour or not. Stepping off the machine, he wrapped a thick cloak tightly around himself and set off into the great city of towers. Still a young man Verric had not seen the world outside Karrnath, and the site of Sharn was breathtaking to say the least. With the weather though he couldn't see much past the first layer of buildings, so he would take to whatever sight seeing there was on the morrow.<br/><br/>Besides, there were more important things to get to than acting as a tourist. Verric was on a pilgrimage of sorts. His church of Dol Dorn was one of war yes, but none within wished to fight for the sake of fighting, no. They fought so future generations may not have to. It was why Verric chose the capitol to start his journey. The largest population of people and races in the land, he wished to discover what caused this conflict in the first place. Of course there were brawls in his own great city of Korth, but the disputes were trivial at best. Certainly a city as large as Sharm would have conflict more worthy of his eye than that.<br/><br/>As lovely as his own inner monologue may be, the fact remained that Verric was in the middle of a downpour with no place to sleep in a foreign town. Steeling his mind to focus on the task at hand, he moved on in search of either an inn, or some locals. Finding a group in shelter under a large bridge, he figured it would be a good place to start.<br/><br/>"Greetings citizens of Sharm. I am Verric, Cleric of Dol Dorn, son of Ibaleth, and warrior of Karrnath." He removed the head of his cloak as he moved under the bridge with them, revealing the shining metal of his thick scaled armor. "It is good to make your acquaintance."