Father Thomas entered the fairway of the carnival, dressed in his black priest's shirt and pants, white collar showing along with a moderately-sized gold cross hanging from his neck. It would be clear to the rest of the clients at the carnival that he wasn't the normal crowd, but any of those attuned to the supernatural would feel something much more palpable upon his entrance. Although his aura was one of holiness, it was also one of tremendous untapped power. Yes, for good or otherwise, this man has an abundance of magic inside of him, and it would only take the right nudge to get him to use it for purposes other than the Church's.<br/><br/>As soon as Father Thomas set foot on the carnival grounds, he shivered and crossed himself, feeling the presence of the ghostly staff. Saying a prayer to himself, he warded them away for the time being, a ward whose effects would be diminished as the carnival staff wooed him toward various attractions. He silently regretted the directions he had taken, that each attraction had to be explored in turn before he came back with his report, and looked around furtively, wondering which den of evil he should start with.