The frigid night air cuts through you as you stand upon the steps of the Hammer Temple. Thick billowing clouds obscure the night sky; the only light emanating from the buzzing electric lanterns. Beyond the great walls of stone a Hammerite guard comes to greet you. He eyes you suspiciously behind the portcullis. Are you an aspiring novice of the faith? Or perhaps merely a treacherous thief...

The Hammerite speaks with an assertive, formal tone.

Who art thou? Present thy credentials lad.