He'd seen the horse and it's rider approaching, at he'd paused the group in their progress to the sound of groans of relief from those who were tiring out. It was a woman's voice, and the priest removed his hat to let the rain trickle down over his head and wander down the back of his tailored shirt. It was unpleasant, but he'd been dealing with unpleasant things for a while now.
"I am called Priest," he added, because rumor said that everyone here had taken on a different name than the one they'd been given at birth. He didn't understand that, but he'd learned to blend in. "To whom am I speaking?"