Aidan had thus far remained silent, preferring to observe his new travelling companions first.  The one he felt most comfortable about was his fellow servant of the Divine.  That one at least, could be counted to do the right thing when the chips were down.  The rest, he wasn't quite so sure about.  The wizard he was wary of, he knew well the dangers wielders of arcane could present.  Not to mention with the large-scale occult problem in the city, too-curious wizards could be a survival hazard.<br/><br/>Still, the wizard didn't set him on his guard quite as much as the tiefling.  Grosvenor, he called himself.  Now, Aidan didn't prejudice others for their race, as his own drow-blooded features had caused him more than a few problems.  He also hadn't scanned anyone's auras just yet to prevent undue stress from forming.  He'd likely have to tolerate and work with these people, no sense in creating problems right from the start.  His calling was for bigger problems to begin with, a minor player in the grand scheme of things or two didn't particularly merit his instant attention.<br/><br/>The woman with the slender blade, Lydia, seemed to have some sort of altercation with the local enforcer, which thankfully ended with the enforcer called away via a missive.  Lydia herself didn't cause him any undue alart to start with, and he only noted the she wasn't bad looking at all.<br/><br/>When the time came to board the carriage, Aidan finally greeted each of the remaining members cordially, in his short but typically courteous fashion.<br/><br/>"Milords, ladies, my name is Aidan.  I am a knight, following the scent of grand rituals to this city. I have not much experience with the restless dead, so I will be in your care."<br/><br/>With that, he settled himself.  He knew he cut quite an imposing figure, with his uncommon height and attire.  His armor was banded with gleaming grey enameled steel, and belted over it was a fairly large, robe-like tabard of deepest blue, which seemed to hide unfathomable, shifting depths.  A long, slightly curved sword in a scabbard was on his waist, which he removed when sitting down in the carriage, leaning it against himself.  Thus far, he'd not removed his helmet, though his dark skin could be seen through the helment's visor, and as the carriage passed into the perpetual darkness, a faint lilac glow could be discerned around his eyes.<br/><br/>Once the carriage ran into problems, Aidan almost cursed within his helmet, but managed to refrain himself.  His temper was generally well in hand, but the looming occult presence was making him itchy.  He swiftly extracted himself from the carriage, then made a swift circuit of their perimeter from habit, hand on sword in a ready position.  Only after affirming they weren't being attacked immediately, did he relax somewhat.  His next order of business was to look after the rest of the party's wellbeing, no matter his personal opinions of them.<br/><br/>"Is anyone injured?  And while we're at it, does anyone have good ideas for getting into the city faster than on foot?  Grosvenor, was it?  You seem to be familiar with the area.  Any good options?"