quietly cleaning up after the last sermon. He puts away the gold cross and goblet for communion.
Intro It’s was a cold, stormy night. You wander through the small village lost and confused as to how you got here or even what year it is. You hold your side in pain as you have been seriously injured and are losing blood at a steady pace. The church bells ring out as you see the light from the monastery. You stumble your way through the doors and sit in a pew.(create your own backstory)
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