Chaplain Gregorius Wagra's page

Zokon steps forward at the mans entrance and offers a hand in greeting

"Clergyman Wagra, good to see you, your appearance precedes you, this will not be a duel, we will need to work together soon and I can only assure fair outcomes if we are clear headed." he says staring at Renault

"A shame and Iannuchi has such a fine sparing chamber." The cleric introduces himself and goes on. "There is nothing in life fairer than the sword. It comes like death for us all whether we are prepared or not, and the outcomes are always clear."

It is difficult to tell if he is being darkly serious or darkly mocking. He himself has a long-hafted steel mace hung at his belt.

"I'm not sure my ladies, he will be well treated if he treats others in kind, ruthless determinism won't do him any good, we have the church of Abadar to keep us on the side of law and our own good intentions and mixed heritages."

"Nothing like a hard ride and a duel to start a dinner off right, aye? Though I'm sure everyone here would have hoped for more vigorous combatants." says a tall, wiry, haughty-faced warrior breaking through the press forming around the two elder statesmen like fire through a forest. Someone hands the newcomer a wineskin and he gladly takes a quaff. He is disheveled from an apparently 'hard ride', but he is scarred, and heavily armed and armored as well bespeaking a life of grim conflict.