Annabel sat quietly on the outer wall of Lambrecht, her eyes gliding slowly over the shimmering city before her. It's golden spires and billowing flags would have provoked a sense of wonder, if not for their location. She looked to the sky. She had been here about three days, or at least she thought she had. The sun never seemed to move in the sky over Lambrecht, so it was difficult to determine such things. This was a strange place in more ways than one. No one required either rest or sustenance here, but it still seemed that they all hungered for something, something she knew all too well. The woman sighed, again scanning the sprawling streets below her. People bustled about the stone walkways incessantly. It was a bit disheartening to see the place so populated. Were there so many who had died so unhappy? She shook her head, turning to look back over the Grey Plains. The fields of grey grass seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon, their overcast skies and desolate appearance standing in stark contrast to the shimmering city in their center. Yes, this was an odd place indeed. Domino shuffled about the streets, his coat flapping about ever so slightly as he walked. He was still getting adjusted to this place. Lambrecht, they called it. He had been wondering around the streets for what seemed like hours, trying to find someone who piqued his interest. Thus far, he had only come across a host of sad repentant types. He had accepted that he was stuck in this realm for the moment, but did it have to be so boring? He sighed. When he'd arrived they had run him through what his goals here were supposed to be. Something about making amends for his earthly sins. He had never quite been one for religion, so the concept puzzled him. He had been told he and others like him would be hunting demons to further their quest for redemption. The young man sighed. He'd went from a hired blade to... a hired blade, and just like before it seemed he had little say in the matter. He shook his head, maybe demons would at least put up a decent fight. He had heard around the city that a bell would sound when they were to go and accept their first mission. In the mean time, he had been trying to find out just what his comrades were like. If the status quo thus far were to be believed, he had fallen into a world of depressive zealots. He pushed on through the milling crowds. Surely there was someone here who wasn't quite so abysmal.