Acolyte Lupus steps down the hall, pausing only to glance an eye over the collected group. At the moment, he isn't saying anything, but simply watching the others, ready to step in should any major dispute break out.  His Ecclesiarchy robes are somewhat ill-fitting, barely concealing the bulk of a flack vest. He walks with a stooped gait, and watches the others with flat, black eyes peering from ashen gray skin.