The Bell Tower is steep and rises high above the building. The stairs are made of rickety wood and go up thirty stories. The bell is so old that the cracks seem almost perfectly set in the iron.
Bell Tower, Inside Church
hermit
someone
I am someone. I live in the village. I help watch after the King and Queen.
Yeah, why do you ask? Do you have a name or you Someone? I do not have a name, sir. And who are you? Here's some light. Who do I look like? You look like... a hermit to me, sir. That's right. I climb these stairs day by day. No one wants to see me. Why do you? I mean you seem like a rather genuine person to me. I feel let down right now though, even if I am a hermit. Why's that? Can I tell you a secret? Of course, what is it? It's my birthday. My own mother didn't call. So I am in this Bell Tower sad.