Tools, unnecessary, save for a few wands to fix the damages and the weapon and equipment he always wore. The man was dressed in seemingly white cleric's garb, that is to say loose fitting pants and a tunic tied with a rope-like bright blue belt, canvas white boots and simple gloves, wearing a flowing poncho-coat of sorts that was belted around the waist. The pieces of cloth not white and pure were colored blue, and the cufflinks, collar pins, and badges adorning his coat, all lightning bolts in fists, marked the cleric-warrior of Heironeous. This was the grand, albeit zealous, Zerah Faim.
Zerah, a young but rising star in the order, was making his way to a large spire in the center of this town, where he was to aid in the investigation of a mysterious tower he had once encountered. Assuming the lightning struck tower to be a sign from Heironeous himself, and thus a god-sent mission to prove his saintly-dom (something he, while often humble, did harbor hopes to achieve), he was more than eager to get out into the world and begin. Getting to the door, he knocked strongly three times, and said to noone in particular "I was sent by the holy men whom serve the Warrior-God on high! Zerah Faim, reports!"
