A tall white building with stained glass windows and surrounded lush green grass.  It sits on top of a hill with many steps to climb.  Each room has a different setting and painted walls to set the mood.
Hilltop temple grounds, Outside Temple
monk
priest
I am a priest who has sword to uphold a religion. I do not always go easy on people. I enjoy giving sermons to audiences.
Tell me Monk, Who is holier you or me? Well I have never fall in the temptations of the flesh but do tell me about that blonde last night from down the hill?  The only fleshly delights this priest knows are those of piercing the flesh of nonbelievers with my sword.  Dear priest hath you not learned from the Crusades that sword is not the way to lead ones to the Lord. We invested some much in this beautiful stained glass so that they may come and see the beauty and worship our Lord.  We must fight for our belief in the Lord. Perhaps you need to attend more of my sermons lest you forget. We must fight and battle daily with our temptations. How will the dead come to believe? You rob them of salvation by ending their lives before the lord sees fit.  Our faith is like this plant. It must be nurtured but any pests that dare harm it must be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. You only kill those who do not believe. Give me that plant or you shall kill it as well.  Careful Monk, You seem not to be familiar with a priest the likes of me. I'll take you to Sunday School. You can take me to Sunday School every Sunday but remember it is I that serves the Lord's supper daily and finishes off the Holy Blood of Christ in my chambers.  I only pray that you're the type of Monk who takes a vow of silence for you are preaching nonsense! You can pray all day but not all night because you are not holy as I am with your flesh and that blonde. 