Enthroned in lavish hues of red and gold, the sanctuary is filled with candles and statues.  Enveloped by a high decorating ceiling, the sanctuary glistens with the sparkling golden adornments.
Sanctuary, Inside Church
priest
worker
I am a laundry worker or laundress slaving my life away in the bowels of the castle. My hands are cracked and sore from hot water and lye. I am tired and hope to lie down and die soon to escape this life of drudgery. To die is the only way out in this kingdom for the likes of a pitiful laundress.
Oh, hi, priest! I didn't see you there. Hello, there. How does the day treat you? What brings you to the sanctuary? Just some reprieve from my constant workload. I don't know if I'll ever find relief.  I understand, child. Everyone is being pushed to their limits... between you and I I'm not sure how much more the people can take. I can understand. For a lot of us, this is the only place where we can find any peace. I'm glad for that, at least. There'd most likely be an uprising otherwise. Anyway, how is your family? I could tell you, if I ever saw them. Sometimes I feel like death will be the only satisfaction that I get out of life. Oh... it pains me to hear that, so much. Thank you so much. It's nice to know that someone cares. Of course. I always care. The Sanctuary is always here for you, night and day, to lessen the weight on your shoulders. I do hope you get some rest soon. Here, take this. Ah yes, that'll do well. I mean, I don't want you to think I'd ever abuse it. But it can take the edge off.  There's no judgmenet here. And frankly, I wouldn