The stained glass glistens in the sun. The pews are lines perfectly.
Inside the temple, Inside Temple
petitioner
priest in ornate robes
I am the Priest of a wealthy parish, my congregation tithes generously. My ornate robes indicate that I defy at least several of the Seven Deadly Sins. Parishioners of my congregation consult with me before entering into new business ventures.
Dear petitioner, you sound terrible. I am afraid your death may be close at hand.  Will you not pray for me father? Does not the lord's glory shine down through the stained glass and fill you with love for your fellow man? The parishioner standing with us in this holy temple is consulting my guidance on a most important matter. Have you perchance made an offering unto the Lord? I have not yet. I have been too frail to lift the offering plate. But I shall see if I can retrieve it this time. The Lord loves to bless those who prove worthy of his blessings with their charitable giving. I have not much in the way of money, as I have spent it all on doctors and witches. But as I may very well be dead without these prayers, I shall put in the rest of what I have. Here you are father. You should have trusted in the Lord instead of witches and doctors. The Lord will only bless those who give wisely to Him. Do you have any valuables at home you could go fetch? Is money all you really care for? Are you really going to leave a man to die and face the wrath of the lord? Oh, woe is me! Of course I don't care about money. I care about the eternal well-being of soul. Seeking the console of witches has placed your soul in eternal peril. That is why I need your help father. I see that there is a baptismal here. If prayers do not save me from death, do you think you could baptize me so that I may join our heavenly father after all?  Your illness was sent my the Lord to test your faith, my son. You failed the test miserably and must atone for you sins. You must go home and find 10 times the money you gave to the witch and offer it up to the Lord. Otherwise I am afraid the devil may claim you tonight! Please dear priest! I have nothing, not even a home to rest my head! Cough! I am desperate. Didn't you say you didn't care about money? I do repent my sins. Please bless me, I shall not let go of you until you do.