Yulrath stood in the enormous doorway, his piercing gray eyes scanning the darkness. There was something about the place that didn't feel right. He knew what was bothering him wasn't the fact that it was basically deserted, but the fact that it felt like there was something inside, looking back at him. No matter how hard he searched, he didn't manage to spot anything. Disgruntled, he entered, but slowly.

He hadn't spoken to another in about a year. He'd seen people, and they'd seen him--but he hadn't uttered a word during the process. Now, he was a fugitive. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, and he had no earthly idea who it was that prosecuted him. All he knew was that, for his own well-being, he should probably lay low for awhile. That was why he'd come here. The place seemed perfect for one in trouble to hide. That was also the reason he felt so guarded--there could easily be someone else hiding out here. Another criminal, one perhaps who had actually committed his crime.

The place was dusty beyond anything Yulrath had ever laid eyes upon; there were cobwebs and spiderwebs all over the place, though insects seemed rather scarce. A pungent smell of rot reached his nostrils when he had wandered in a bit further. Well, he would just have to grow used to it, he supposed. There was no reason to try to change the unchangeable--better to just grow used to it. He doubted that in a week he would notice anything at all.

He glanced at a nearby pew, entranced by the odd sense that emanated from it. It seemed to retain a feeling of...sacredness, even though there was rot eating through it. Yulrath smiled to himself; it proved that ages of wear would not hinder something's aura--a fact that seemed true among humanoids as well. Perhaps when all these misunderstandings were all over, he could look back upon the memories and laugh. That was really what he wanted more than anything.

"If anyone's here, show yourself, please. I mean nobody harm." Yulrath stared into the darkness, not seeing anyone.

He walked slowly around the room, looking for any signs that a person had been there recently--spiderwebs broken, footprints in the dust, etc...

The darkness was palpable as it stood, cloaking Wynde. His shadowy powers were what concealed him in the darkness, but his soul showed no evil. For a moment, he was still, considering. Throwing caution to the wind, he released his wings and soared to a balcony, where he would have a better view of the cathedral and the man below. For a moment, he was free of all concern as his wings took him ever higher; too early did he reach the crumbling pathway he sought. Standing with his snowy wings glimmering about him, he became aware of the man once more. "Good day, sir!" he called. "I apologize if I startled you, but I have learned to trust few without reason. May I inquire as to what your name might be so that I may properly greet you?" He started to retract his wings, but thought better of it as a small pebble began to roll towards the edge of his balcony.

Yulrath was caught only slightly unaware by the other. He stared up at the balcony, his eyes warily analyzing the situation. The fellow seemed nice enough, and his words hadn't been harsh... Nonetheless, Yulrath wouldn't allow a facade to fool him, if that's what it was. He'd never met any other kind humanoid; his own family had cast him out at a young age, and during his childhood, he had faced starvation, loneliness, and poverty. Recently, he had been accused of a crime he had no committed, which had only served to further his distrust of humanoids. He let a soft sigh escape his lips, then frowned at the ground.

He wondered whether the risk outweighed the possible benefits. The other seemed not to pose any obvious threat, and he didn't seem the type to wrongfully do something. However, Yulrath was not about to let some facade fool him--he would remain on guard for the time being. There was a great temporary "home" he could stay at, and that definitely outweighed the risk. He could defend himself, if necessary.

Finally, he decided that an answer might be polite. "Yes...my name is Yulrath..." He paused, allowing that sentence to hand for a few moments. Then he continued. "Now sir, if you'd be so kind, what shall I greet you by?"

It was time to take a risk, he decided.