Maren watched the others, standing up when the berserker introduced herself and turned to step up to the boarded-up church. He made sure the others were in front of him as they entered the church, not overly comfortable with the fact that this group "happened" to meet up to fight demons, without knowing each other, in the middle of the night, in front of an abandoned chapel. Of course, this was all because he basically lived under a rock and didn't know about the posters advertising this little get-together that the berserker had set up. Of course, if worst came to worst, he could probably get out of the church, being the last one in... And before he realized it, he was alone on the street. He shrugged, and walked up into the doorway. If it was true, it was a chance to destroy demons... It could prove to be fruitful.<br/><br/>The Wild Elf entered into the room of people (his presence made known by his heavy bootsteps), taking up a spot on the wall, and regaining his previous positon; crouched, arms leaning on his knees. As the cleric introduced himself and the others with him, Maren furrowedhis brow, thinking to himself if he knew anything of this Black Cult of Ahm. Nothing. He sighed, and looked around at each of them. None of the people seemed threatening, but it was always good to be on one's toes, especially in unknown situations. He grit his teeth, eyes falling upon the obvious half-elf. As if regular elves weren't bad enough, someone who had polluted their bloodline with another race was even worse. Of course, on the flip-side, the half-elves shared in the discrimination shown to the wild elves by their cousins. In any case, it was best not to make enemies this early on, so he made no comment as to who he'd be working with... When the introductions came around, he said very little.<br/><br/>"My name is my own, but I am a cleric of Correllon Larethian," he said bluntly, disappointing Inyrra if she was looking forward to finding out his name.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>