The man approaches, hood drawn over his head, but the clanking of his armor is evident from behind the robes. He cants his head to the side as he approaches clergy who are nearby teaching locals of Soldeus. Orimh steadily walks forward, nodding. He pulls his hood back - the bags under his eyes prove to any looking upon him that he is weary and restless.
"I have been seeking any of the Church for quite a while..." Orimh speaks with a tired tone. "I spoke with Galanis a week ago, he told me I might find a place within your church." He taps his sword hilt as he continues, " I was also told there may be hope for me to join the Order of St. Lucian.. Please direct me to whom I may speak with. The time has come... I hear it in my dreams."

He stands, awaiting a response.