It had been only a few months since the god decided to play a new game. Well, it was a game to him, even if it wasn't a game to the mortals in the city. Memphis was not a town that had heroes; it was not like New York or San Francisco or any other big ones that had a lot of activity. That was for the best; the god wished to have fun not expose himself to unneeded activity. There was also the fact that the city shared the name of a city in his homeland; and if he was understanding this heroing thing, he had to follow the rules.
He didn't even have to change his name; no one would suspect that a god would use his real name when fighting crime. It was almost comical.
But he was not here to fight crime. No, he was here to welcome a new hero. He did like to keep tabs on everyone that came into his city. His city... how funny that he called it that.
"I believe I am normally supposed to make a joke about the suit you wear, but that seems rather uncalled for and I confess that I am not known for my humor."
The dark skinned, older man offered a weary smile to the girl. His body was adorned with many golden rings in places, and he wore robes that seemed extremely authentic. He wore a jackal mask, although it only covered his eyes and nose; had to leave his mouth uncovered. He looked the part his followers played in ages past, that of a priest. A warrior priest in this case, but a priest nonetheless.
"So, allow me to instead welcome you to my city."